Hermit

Looks like I'll have to leave the house this week against my better judgement - tomorrow I'm having a brazilian wax (eek!) and Wednesday I'm 'doing lunch' with mates and having my hair done. Thursday I'm jetting of to Da Vegas. A life of leisure indeed.

Funny how quickly I've adapted to the writer hermit lifestyle. You would think that I'd get tired of staring at the same four walls all day but there are distinctive advantages - tracky bottoms teamed with my fella's jumper is one that I particularly like. I eat when it suits me and don't care if the smell of my lunch irritates my co-workers. If I'm tired and/or hungover I just go for a nap. (Kudos if you work in an office with a first aid room though - a great substitute for your bed.)

On another note, my blog subscription email has stopped working! *Grumble*