June 28, 2012 by theresiugoes
I don’t eat dinner. (Well, that’s not entirely true. I don’t cook dinner, because I don’t know how to cook for only one person.)
I practise the running man every time I look in the mirror. (I still can’t do it, and I look in the mirror lots.)
I spray Exit Mould on the bathroom tiles and watch the mould disappear.
I turn my own electric blanket on.
I sleep late.
I sleep with a hammer next to my pillow, in case of intruders. Every time I hear a noise, I pull out my phone in case I need to dial “000”.
I sleep diagonally across the bed, ’cause I can.
I wake up late.
I leave from the front door, so I don’t forget my keys.
I take the rubbish out (although I haven’t yet. But I will!)
I could go on, but I won’t.