Literally have left bed about 4 times in the past 7 days (except for wee's, obviously) and that was to watch my baby calf kick the crap out of the vet when he had his stitches out, and to fang around a little bit on our new ATV.
I. Am. Losing. My. Mind.
I've spent the majority of my time - in between hacking cough fits - stalking potential holiday destinations on TripAdvisor, snuggling cats, and signing up for Netflix - hello, 17 hours of my most favorite chick flicks!
I've basically given up acting like an adult in any way shape or form, and instead focus on coloring in my 'Cats' coloring book, and re-reading Harry Potter, in between fits of hysteria that I can't make up my mind on where to vacation for my 30th birthday next March.
I just had a coffee and had already read the news (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter) and then stumbled across my old vlogs- and old they are. Kinda got me thinking that maybe it might be fun to have a little filming session and this in turn will ensure I actually take a shower and locate some makeup, as I look like five kinds of shite currently. But... Like... What do I talk about? How exciting my week has been in lockdown in the spare room? An in depth report on how much goop came out of the calfs stitches? Yeah, not exactly living a thrilling life currently, if you hadn't noticed. Let's see what I can come up with whilst I go wash my hair.
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