Sweet things
There was good stuff too, this week. Or last week, but enough to last me another week and not make me blow my fuse completely.
Like finding out he thinks I'm 'an amazing girl'. And finding out they are 'excited about the book coming out, cause they can take it on tour with them.' Rock.
Nevertheless, I think a proper holiday, you know that thing I last had in 1849, would be in order.