Last week I...

* tried to put mascara on, missed, and managed to get my eyebrow instead.
* punched myself in the face while brushing my teeth.
* spilled the same pint over myself twice.
* burned two fingers and my arm in three seperate cooking accidents.

I've changed my mind, and am just going to spend the entirity of reading week in bed. At least if anything tries to attack me, I'll be warm and comfy and less likely to care.

In fact, I may just stay here for ever. It's less scary than the real world.

If anyone needs me, I'll be hiding under the duvet.