Back Of The Van

Hum.

Christmas is coming. 

3 shopping days. 

I have managed to get one [shared] present so far. 

And it is a wrong present.

I know this. Because it's for my sibling. And everything I get Sibling is wrong.

This present will be wrong for at least three reasons:

1) The wrong style

2) The wrong size

3) The wrong colour

And this makes me sad.. cos.. I kinda like tried. I went into a shop with GUNS in it and everything. 

And now Sibling is talking about finding the correct size/style/colour whenever Sibling comes home tomorrow. Bums. Humph.

And for some reason I decided to open the year old £3 marks and spencer sangria. It was real fizzy. And now I feel ILL. Like, that time I drank about a bottle of wine and threw up all night ill. Eugh. I'm going to stop drinking it now, having had a few gulps. Think I'll have some water instead. 

Right, tomorrow I'm braving B'fast. I know this is a Bad Idea. But Scottish Medic will be there. And I NEED to buy presents. Will hopefully get Mother and BF done. Which will just leave Father. Fun.

Urh? My left leg has gone completely numb. I need better circulation. 

Oh man I feel ill. 

~ over and oots.