I left my bed

So it's 12.10am, I'm eating cold cheese on toast on the left side of my mouth. After a 3 day trip back to my home town, to have my tooth taken out (which is whole other disturbing story), James got back from work only to be a poorly pants too and fall straight asleep. I've spent about 3 hours thinking about Christmas presents, searching ideas and trying to get my brain into gear but of course, it's the unwritten rule that past 12am all of a sudden Pandoras brain box opens and it's all "Why didn't you do this in the past?" "Why did you do this?" "Why haven't you moved to a cottage yet?" "Are you a bad person?" And then you miss your dad and when you were like 14 and the only worry you had was sneaking Strongbow because 2 cans we're all you needed. Well, they weren't the only worries at all really but you know what i mean. I am sitting here thinking about how right now i am struggling to write much on what ...