I'm really shit at being an adult.

I don't think I'll survive when I have to move out. My parents been away for five days and I have already come dangerously close to turning into a wolf-child*. I managed to trash about 87% of the house on my own within the first six hours of their leaving, and pretty much all I've done this weekend is drink too much, watch the whole of Green Wing on 4od for the sixtyhundreth time, and re-kindle an obsession with Stephen Mangan. I think I've probably lost about 60 kilos as well, cause all I've eaten is like, a sweet potato and a cuppa soup.
I have managed to keep the cats alive though.



Look at those curls. I think I might even prefer him to Neil.















*dangerous for others, obviously I'd love to be a wolf-child