I left my bed

Oh my life, I barely know what I am going to be doing in the next 7 hours, let alone 7 years, so I think this will be a hard one to write about. Considering this writing challenge prompts are quite personal, i may switch to a different one, purely because I don't want to bore you with what I'm going to be doing within 7 years but would rather try and inspire people to be doing what THEY want in 7 years... But I guess that's a different post. 7 years ago today, I had just left college, dreaming of being a famous singer and having no effective immediate plans to put that in place but figured it would "just happen". I was in my infamous years of drinking mostly vodka, and partying purely for the love of dancing. The Confuser, the band founded by my college friends and myself were still gigging a little and life was grand and very not adult. Looking back, 17 was the most fun age for me I think. It was the age full of promise and I still had so much time ahead...

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 ...