You know I bit myself on the lip yesterday during dinner...woke up this morning and my mouth had swollen up :(
Spend the whole day sipping warm drinks (minus the sugar)
I'm getting withdrawal symptoms for tuna.
Anywho...that's the mini-moan over...now on with my big...HONKIN...fricking moan
After having a sleepless, crampful night (I hate being a woman...sometimes), finally getting to sleep at...
...5am, I got up at 8, actually eat (well...drank) a breakfast, straightened my hair and looked over the work I had to do today, before actually setting off for the bus on-time. Got to the bus stop, and fifteen minutes later...no bus...and pissed off commuters and school kids. So I jumped on over to the other side of the road to get the bus that goes most of the way to the station. That bus arrived on time, and I began to relax, until we were halfway round the scheme, and there was a grit lorry stuck horizontally in the middle of the road. A full ten minutes later (with me chewing my good lip in frustration and panic) the bus managed to get by the stupid thing.
But I was now running very late.
I got off the bus, and decided to jog the quarter mile to station, only to get there in time for the train to pull out of the station. (insert multiple expletives)
After standing and actually shouting at the train station, I began to get my head together. I decided to get a taxi to the next town, where another railway line joins our. After 15 minutes of a wait for the taxi, and a fifteen minute drive, I'm £10 out of pocket *growl* but I'm on time for the Glasgow express.
Phew! Got into the lecture at the nick of time!
But...After that lecture, straight into another class, followed immediately by a two hour lab. After taking an hour after the lab (my psychology tutor's wierd btw...for future reference) to get food and chill (oh and study...fun!) I decided to head for the train. I got on the train, and lo and behold...school rush hour! woo hoo! The trainline passes by several primary schools and lemme see...7 high schools...so you can imagine the bedlam on the train. I got showered in at least three different types of fizzy juice. Brats.
I was most of the way home, when I realised I'd left my debit cards at home. And having spent my money on pens and food earlier in the day...
...I had to walk home in the pissing rain for two sodded miles.
I need chocolate :(