#0 The night before.

‘Twas the night after Christmas, and no one’s awake. It’s 5 in the morning, we leave at 8. Like what I did there? No? Okay. Right, well, as you can tell, it’s the night, or should I say morning, before we leave for skiing, and I’m up, watching old episodes of Family Guy and The Simpsons, whilst my iPod takes hours to update so it has all 7000 of my songs on there. I’ve also decided to write a journal, a log, if you will, of my week in heaven.