Tuesday

Work.

Our little visitor appears to have made his way around the house, not very impressed, though I haven't discovered any 'evidence' in my room. Thank God. Erin on the other hand is refusing to sleep in her room. Or go in there at all. She's not just being chicken she's like actually scared. Poor thing. She has to move back into her room from the couch tonight cause Dad starts back at work in the morning and is up super early. She's currently trying to convince Mum and Dad to let her have the lamp that she bought today on all night. She's failing.

Anyway.

Feeling a bit blah. Boys are dicks. Not much else to that statement.

I'm going to eat my lamington and read my book.

Night.