I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas. Mine could have been significantly better, but I shouldn't complain about what didn't happen - and what did happen - because at the end of the day, it was bearable.
Every time I try and lounge around in my underwear someone interrupts me. The last four times I've tried to do this either my parents or my friends have walked in on me/come round smoke etc. This will change in the new year.
I'm beginning to attempt poetry. By poetry I mean the odd couplet posted on my blog with no apparently significant reason. I may eventually post some of it on here, but somehow, I can't see myself doing this is the very near or the very far future.
I'm making less and less sense each day.