Yesterday was constant running. One thing right after the other all the time. Right after work I was going to an interview, right after the interview we went to a Midsummer Night's Dream, right after the play I was over to Alex's. I was wiped out.
The play was a riot. Nic - being an angel - got there early and saved us literally the best seats in the house. It was fantastic, and hilarious. At one point I think I fell into Faith, I was laughing so hard. It was delightful too because this is the first time when the lovers weren't boring and oh-so-desperately pleading. Actually, I'm very surprised they aren't covered in bruises. Anyway, if we be friends, you'll heed my reccing and go!
The beagle just full-face squinched at me! N'awwwww!
It's Saturday? How did that happen? Shouldn't I be doing something? I'm lost! Help!