Back from Stockholm and dead tired. I wouldn’t want to sleep anywhere else but on people’s floors and couches while travelling but mix bad sleeping habits and slightly uncomfortable accommodation and you’ve got one exhausted girl who will spend at least one night staring at the ceiling. We received our college results during our trip but I didn’t want it to ruin the fun so now I’m home with an unread mail and a question burning on many lips. First thing, read the mail. Next up on the list, decide what the future will bring depending on the results. For an ordinary Saturday I’m extraordinarly tired and nervous. What I’d give to be Sookie on any given Saturday: let others work while drowsing the hours away.
ON REPEAT: Jack Ladder - Cold Feet