All of the lights

Bright, shiny city lights.

So, all round success. My bad back is now under control, my doctor has seen to that; and my bad hair is also under control: I bit the bullet and made a salon appointment. My hairdresser was awesome, using much-loved terminology such as totes, shiz, and probs. But most importantly, gone are the split ends with split ends. Health and vitality has been restored to my head.
While I was planning on heading out this evening, tripping the light fantastic, my flatmate Ross and I could not summon the energy to leave the flat... Other than to bulk buy doritos and spicy salsa dip. I'm aware the Ghostbusters DVD was put on, but really I just remember waking up at quarter to 11 and knowing I'd missed a lot of action.
I need a holiday, totes.