dreaming of

I hate this. everyone's finally back and I can't see any of them because all these overblown weather reports and stuff have created the idea that if there's an inch of snow, no one can leave their houses which is mental.

It's all very beautiful, too.

Still though, tonight=christmas meal, ridiculously epic driving mission, home, hair cut tomorrow, doctors for this beast of a throat infection, lunch with the fam for me mam's birthday, work on tues, outings to see the much-missed uni-goers amongst others later on in the week, many a work hour and then finally free for christmas dayyy. it might kill me, but I'm determined to fit in as much as I can into these few months. it shouldn't be half bad.