Never usually gets me down, but today is different. I'm cold, my house is empty, and there's nothing to do. The contrast from the last few days is starting to get me. I'm too worried about my downloads running low to do anything on Youtube, I-View is currently empty (I just watched eight episodes of Storm Hawks in a row) and I'm a little too lazy to plug my X-Box in, so that's out. (I know that's a bad excuse, but I'd have to work out which plug to take out, find mine, put it in, find the batteries... it'd be messy.)
I could read Skulduggery Pleasant, something I've waited a year to do, but either they've both gone missing, or I left them at Ellie's house. If Ellie has somehow deigned to descend into the realm of Blogspot, 'I want my books!' Unless you don't have them, in which case my sisters have taken them again. Typical.
The cuts on my arm are healing weirdly. Oh, and I have an army now, and so far it's been immensely enjoyable. I'm thinking... Lugers.
Still, at least it's not a Sunday. I hate Sundays.
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