So I am going to tell you a long, drawn out, pointless story of nothingness.

I walked down to the (unsheltered) bus stop about five minutes from my house with the intention of going into town (Glasgow to be specific) to wander about a bit, maybe take some photos or do some sketches, try to get some essential things I'm starting to run out of: art materials; make-up and the like, plus browse for some non-essential bargains. Oh and I need some more clothes, all of mine appear to have holes in them or are covered in paint. The jumper I'm currently wearing displays both of these attributes. I stood there for almost fifteen minutes after my bus was due to arrive in the typically Scottish weather (windy, cold, pouring rain) whilst my (otherwise perfect, ha ha) hair and face were ruined. This was enough to break me, so I changed my mind and came back to the comforting warmth of home (and the internet of course). Now I am bored again. Help me, I'm far too indecisive when it comes to choosing what on earth to do with my poor self...