WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
As her synapses continue to fire barbs around her skull, Betoota Heights woman Ashley Gleeson is in a world of hurt.
So much hurt that she wouldn’t even mind having to isolate for a little bit, she’s confirmed today.
This comes after her fourth night out during what has been a La Ninàesque silly session, something which is nothing short of torture for a self-described introvert.
Sprawled across her Koala sofa in the living room with the original Sex and The City rolling endlessly on, Gleeson says she would quietly love to have an excuse to stay indoors for a little while.
“I’d cop being in the same supermarket at the same time as someone with the new variant right now,” laughed the under the weather local woman.
“I’m cancelling all my plans for the week and just snuggling up here….,” laughed the young woman pumping the air-conditioning in an effort to ward off the cold sweats and hangxiety.
“God damn, I can’t stop replaying in my head what I said to my boss last night,” she sighed.
“And it doesn’t end, I’ve got 3 more events this week and a Chrissy party on Friday night. The check engine light is on my brain and body is on E”
Hearing the ding dong of the door bell chime, signalling the arrival of a midday Thai feed (including a few springies on top of a main), Gleeson hopped up with a few audible exhales.
“Jesus,” she mumbled, stumbling towards the living room like a toddler who has just learnt to walk.
“I’m not moving from this couch for the afternoon.”
“I’m going life laid back, baby”
“Anyway, I gotta eat this Pad See Ew, the place down the road is my Shanghai Garden,” laughed the local Miranda.
