so so lazy

Jill

got up at about 4 today. the rest of the day is filled with tv and food. we're gone so lazy. i wasnt even supposed to drink in january, but after 5 hours of going through forms checking they're a-ok (my current temp job), mark texted me : we're in sneakys. So whats a girl to do? met him and graham and craig and julie there and then we went to craig and julie to continue the tomfoolery (love that word). their gaff is beautiful. got home at 4. bleugh.

weird thing happened at work: i was going through aforementioned forms, when one of the attached cheques caught my eye - the persons writing was exactly the same as my dads. i just stared at it for ages, it was kinda mesmerising and i thought: wow, this person must have been a left handed person forced to write with their right hand in school in the 40's. Cos thats what happened dad, and wow his writing was pretty bad, nice, but bad. Mines ugly & bad. Maybe this persons just got independently crap writing.