there's nothing there for you to do
No camping, Scott and I spent our New Years eating pizza, watching a couple of movies and going to bed at 10pm.
Heh...we're so cool. But fuck I was tired, and the fact that I was woken up at midnight by our phone constantly ringing did not help. I got up and yanked the damn cord out of the wall. Seriously, if we don't answer the first time chances are we won't answer at all.
So Scott sold his car yesterday and decided at the last minute to fly over to Sydney this morning to look at a car that he wants to buy.
He called a few minutes ago to say that he arrived and was hot and hungry. I so badly wish that I could have gone with him, even though he's only gone for the day it still would have been cool to go.
So I sit here eating Ferrero Rocher's, drinking lemonade trying to think of what kind of trouble I can get into while he's gone.
Okay, just ran out of toilet paper so I think the only trouble I'm going to get into within the next hour will be at the supermarket.