Decenber 31st 2014, 23.59 and counting

It is 23.29 om 31st of december 2014. I am wearing tights, laddered, 5 inch heels, the pink Aldi dress, the red wig, pearls, the new breast forms and a new bra, 34, D cup bought from M and S Durham. I have had a slightly disappointing M and S meal and a bottle of Cave, less disappointing. I am fighting the urge to go round the block. Just been out to put bottles into recycle bin.
Its 01:05 now.  Changed back into leggings, flats, stripy top and put microlabrets in. Heroe's for the working week. We have cover support wome, in their 20's, not especially attractive, wear the fleece and flat shoes usually, say black trousers, though they do sometimes wear inappropiately short skirts. They stay whatever the kids throw at them, take no nonsense.  I see these women as potentialnurses or those who would stay calm after the bombs fell and would be sorting out casualties, moving rubble and hard as nails. In a real way that is what I aspire to. In my old school I think when doing O levels was in an empty classroom with a couple of  students.  One girl, I swear she was wearing a trench coat and had a bag of cottonnlike some military surplus, offered me a drink from a 350 ml bottle which I refused and then offered me a cigarette. No way could I have smoked it there but even so.
Not sure what 2015 has in store, how could I, but have taken dress and heels off and ready to face it and do my best.