I'm such a procrastinator. Now I've finished my essay I should be starting making revision notes. Instead last night I read the whole of Eclipse, one of the follow ups to Twighlight. Then as I stayed up so late last night I needed a nice big lie-in.
Having a lie in on a Saturday wouldn't be such a big deal if I thought I'd be able to concentrate for the rest of the day, but I doubt I will. I'm a born worrier, and if I have the slightest bit of worry about anything it completely takes over.
Today I'm worrying about the boyf. He's off at a Stag Weekend. If there's one thing the boyf isn't good at is keeping in touch. I'm sure by now his phone will be dead and he won't be in the slightest bit concerned. He let me know he got there okay last night and I'm sure that's the last I'll hear of him until Sunday. Unfortunately even though I know this I can't help but worry. In my mind I'm thinking "What if something happened when they were out last night?!"... being arrested, getting lost or dying of alcohol poisioning in a ditch is not beyond any of them. Worse today they're going paintballing. It's my idea of hell. Running around while people shoot you with hard pellets of paint. No thanks! So now I'm thinking of the million and one things that could go wrong at paintballing.
I'm also a bit worried for the Stag. I've heard lots of rumours of what they're going to do to him. Thankfully they went off the idea of going to Vegas, kidnapping him and then leaving him in the desert. I'm sure they would have eventually gone back for him... when their scatterbrains meant they remembered.
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