Argh, fuck hangover depression. I miss my rabbit and my woman. Had Mum send me out to feed the fucking pheasants in the garden at 9am, in me boxers and t-shirt, and she's gesturing at me from her bedroom window trying to tell me what to do. How hard is it to feed birds?
Then I stood in a bucket of water and she nearly died laughing. Sigh.
Then I stood in a bucket of water and she nearly died laughing. Sigh.
