I watched the semi-legal fireworks at a beach at nine o'clock. We ate fish and chips, and ran the span of the beach for fun (all the while making sure not to step on syringes
). Then I crashed at a mates house, where we watched a movie until about eleven. We snuck out to watch a bit of the telly (an ABBA special was on, and I love ABBA), until he was feeling so tired that we decided it was JUST another new years eve, and that sleeping early wouldn't matter. He managed to fall asleep before the midnight fireworks and countdown, and admittedly, I was too tired to stay awake myself.
But alas, I had developed a cold, my throat was as rough as sandpaper, and their cat and dogs decided to snuggle with me as I was trying to get to sleep (I think sharing body warmth is all I'm good for). Thus, I was awake until four o'clock in the morning. And all the while, my mate is sleeping very soundly right next to me, seemingly unaware of my pain
But I had fun, none the less. Their kitten is so cute too, and their dogs. I couldn't help cuddling them.
*sigh* I miss my cat, and its soothing purring...
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