I slept beautifully.
No exams.
No kids.
my plan for you over the next week:
- day 1: sit outside your bedroom window & sound an airhorn at 5am
- day 2: call 000 4am and say i'm you, and that i've fallen over and need an ambulance
- day 3: organise a kenworth truck cab to pull up in your driveway at 4.30am and sound his horn for 10 minutes
- day 4: provide bunniesman with your address and say that greg inglis is crashing in your bed for the night, but that he's leaving at 5.30am, so get there beforehand
- day 5: arrange for the equivalent of finale of the sydney NYE fireworks to be set off from your backyard at 3am
- day 6: at 4am, call the police, advise that i've seen a group of bikies in the neighbourhood and saw them climb on your roof and that they should send the police helicopter + spotlight to check
- day 7: hack One Direction's facebook page and advise their legion of female fans that they are performing a surprise show at 5am at your house.. and post the address...