The organised chaos

Spacey and woozy

I walked out of my house just now to meet the Squirt for an afternoon of catching-up.
Took a few steps to the lift before wondering what those white labels are doing, hanging out at my side. Realised, to my immense horror, that my top was inside-out.

I need sleep.
I need cold medication.
Help.

On another positively inspiring thought, I am finally taking my Basic Theory test today, after four years of procrastination. The boyfriend has promised to let me drive his car should I ever get my licence, but only under his intense supervision.

What if I sleep through the test and flunk it?
*gasp*