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WOOOHOOO ENGLAND!!!!!!!

In other news I feel like road kill this morning.

Maybe because of the full bottle of vodka fruity drink stuff I had last night

James went to bed at 10, Corey not long after, so I was reading and decided to have a drink, which led to another and three hours later it was all gone. But you know those stories where they wake up to someone handing over painkillers and a glass of water? Well they lie. What really happens in you stagger out of bed, stand slit eyed making coffee then have to sit watching the rugby as your head tries to implode.

I want to go back to bed, instead I have to go dismantle a wardrobe in the spareroom. Oh the excitement of my life.

But YAY to England, seeing them lift the cup is so good!

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Done a lot "" of work in the house today, especially the spare bedroom, which is now bedless after I hauled the old broken one out at last. Can I say at this point that getting a bed downstairs on your own is hard work, and it *hurts* when the damn thing jams your hand against the wall. I was ruthless chucking things away, I has to be, the house was filling up with junk. I had to keep repeating 'do I really need this?' and mostly it was no. But man, bagging Corey's old clothes to give away was hard.

I wrote a little after that but I've reached a place in my SeSa story where I'm stuck. I also wish I could decide if I like the style I'm writing in or not.