Harry Potter is the Cause
And the peeling begins. My shoulders are now at a truly lovely stage. "Lovely", in this particular instance, being code for "horrifying". It looks a bit like someone has attacked me with sandpaper. Perhaps in preparation for a fresh coat of paint?
But otherwise, life is good. It's birthday cake day in the office, and I currently have cheesecake on my desk to prove it. This evening on the way home from work, I am going to stop at Bella Mia and pick up a greek pizza to share with
psychephage. Tomorrow's friday, and it's followed by a weekend of good things: dinner with friends, Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and butnotdavid's housewarming. This last with, if instructions be followed, cider. And games.
Maybe I'll also get a chance to sleep at some point in there . . . but I'm not counting on it.
But otherwise, life is good. It's birthday cake day in the office, and I currently have cheesecake on my desk to prove it. This evening on the way home from work, I am going to stop at Bella Mia and pick up a greek pizza to share with
psychephage. Tomorrow's friday, and it's followed by a weekend of good things: dinner with friends, Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and butnotdavid's housewarming. This last with, if instructions be followed, cider. And games. Maybe I'll also get a chance to sleep at some point in there . . . but I'm not counting on it.
