Extreme tiredness + alcohol + frozen = walking around sainos unconsciously singing Do you want to build a snowman!!!
What has my life come to, by the end of the week I am half asleep on the tube, drinking prosecco out of paper cups and making my meal for one. I NEVER used to wish for the weekend, Saturday and Sunday were just another work day weather it be on location, in the supermarket or writing an essay. It has now become a time where I recover, give myself some pampering and sleep. The weekend has become precious.
So good bye 5 o’clock wake up time hello sleepin.