My arm is going to make this funny mutant bumblee sound for the rest of the day.
It feels like the rest of my life.
I’ve 24h to make my blood pressure go whopee and make it look like having tea with my grandmother (which is, in itself, adventurous).
Sky diving anyone? No? Coffee then?
I like going to the Monday poetry lecture
because my friend Robin and I will inevitably end up texting each other through the hour as we both have the Irene Adler message tone…
Änna, let’s do this!
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rediscovering the vast lands of snarky self.
