Nothing like the occasional flowers to brighten up one's day. I know I tell everyone I'm allergic to 'em, but the right ones secretly make me smile. Thanks, Kay. For everything. You have exquisite taste, I learned tonnes from you and I shall always be grateful for that.
On a lighter note, it's FRIDAAAAAAAAY! *punch air in ecstasy* This week passed like an arrow, and next week... next week... IS CHRISTMAS ALREADY.Ah bugger. My heart sinks whenever I think of Christmas. So so wrong. But the thought of our impending half-bucket performance and the band members' reluctance to meet up for practice... how to cheer up? So so screwed.
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