It's week until my boyfriend comes home from a holiday/drama tour thing and I'm FINALLY getting some work done! Missing him... less than I thought I would (eh, the tears over Easter were pathetic). But I still want him to come right now for a cuddle please.
My webcam is having a massive fail so boothing in the boyfriend's room is a whole lot easier.
Mum's been in York since yesterday afternoon, has met Will for the first time and we're going home tomorrow, stopping off at HER boyfriend's house for a late lunch. Should be good :)
I've literally only just got out of the shower, so the picture is one from the SLR last night.
Off to Newcastle today, so I really should be packing and getting ready rather than boothing (and Facebook stalking). And tweeting random crap about my life.
Still, I'd have to get some work done if I wasn't procrastinating, and that just sounds nasty.
