And so the solitary weekend approaches. Not exactly solitary in that I'll probably bump into flatmates all over the place but solitary in that non-boyfriend kinda way.
Friday:
Home, after picking up bean sprouts at Tesco
Attempt to make miso soup from scratch
Have that and some quiche for dinner
Drink leftover wine from last weekend
Finish current book
Saturday:
Make soft boiled eggs and soliders (finally)
Attempt to set up wireless network
Download craploads of music
Correct all song names and artwork in iTunes
Start next book
Watch X-Factor
Watch episodes 4 and 5 of Lost Season 2
I imagine a DVD will appear from somewhere
Sunday:
Wash clothes
Paint nails
Pluck eyebrows
More random girl maintenance
Make new blog header?
Read some more
Go for a walk
Vacuum entire flat
Call mum
Insert ‘try not to think about it’ all over the place in this itinerary and you’ve got the picture. In a sad little way I’m happy to be at home, not queuing on the tube, with free time to myself.
But I miss… everything. So much.
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