Sunday is Ending

(Well, it has officially ended about 40 min ago.)

I am not a big fan of Sundays. It is probably the dread of Monday overwhelms the possibility of joy for the resting day. I am currently having this to sleep.

Hot Milk, Large Baileys, shot Vodka,
shot Creme de Cacao,
shot scotch, and dash Amaretto.
(Let's call this Sunday Milky Blues.)

I am just trying to sleep, so going to put some totally, even more so than usually, random staff and sign off.

Here is what my desk looks like, in a response to my new friend who put a lovely duck pictures for me. I have tonnes more ducks, in much better picture, but I just wanted you to imagine your picture on my computer, over these.

I like some fowls, immensely. I was once told that I look like many of them. I wish I was this cute.

Please someone buy me this thing from ASDA.
(Considering it is Kalanchoe double, the price £3.50 is
actually not that bad, but is too much for me!)

Christmas is full of traps. They keep throwing these cute birdie things at me in supermarkets. I don't want any Christmas stuff but how could I avoid them??

This drink is not getting me drunk at all, how comes?