||[Jun. 5th, 2008|02:39 pm]
*getting ready to go into work*
*yawns, pulls on a shirt*
Need sleep. Need a LOT've sleep.
Need t'stop thinkin' on Elaine an' Sean s'much, then maybe I'll get some sleep, sure.
'S a shame. Saturday's great, workin' with Aid an' Da. Had a brilliant time, aye. All've this crap over th'party, but... 's sure taken th'shine from't.
An' I'm tryin' t'blame Sean - after all, 's normally down t'him. I can't, but. Not this time. At least, not completely.
Doesn't stop me wantin' t'kick's arse.
*hears Gibbo throwing his food dish around the kitchen*
Aye, 'm comin', big man. Y'll get y'r food b'fore I go.
*fastens his pants and goes to rescue the dish from canine abuse*