note to self ; oh dear.

I've had the most horrific hangover today. Its 9 minutes past 5, and its starting to go away. Well, at least i can eat a little now. Im completely craving ice cream, i've spent the whole afternoon waiting for the ice cream man and he hasn't shown up :( what a fail.
And im not sure what time my brothers coming home this evening either. (He said he'd get me some icecream on his way home) So good times. and bad times.

I woke up to an interview letter from Falmouth this morning, but im sort of kind of thinking of turning it down. Because i think i've come to the conclusion that Falmouth is way to far away and i dont think i really want to be that far from my family and hometown etc.
So theres another thing to stress over. Decisions.