Saturday night was Jamie's 22nd. I dressed him up in all things orange. Plus gave him an orange. He's my favourite.

My damsel in distress is my favourite too, and she knows why.

I bought Simple Plan tickets.

Frontier Touring sent me three copies of the same email.

I am going to struggle at work for the next two weeks. I actually just left at 4:45 ignoring the remaining three hours of work I had left. I'm considering asking to go back to head office at the end of this week, even though right now I am only a 5 minute drive from home. Peace of mind has far greater value than an extra half-hour of sleep.

The ball is this Friday. I have a dress. I've booked my hair appointment (just getting it cut, and wearing it out). We have pre-drinks planned. We have also come up with a plan to avoid Sean all night. All I need to do now is charge my camera batteries and hide my phone.

I blew another light globe and caused the toaster to short out.

I owe so much to certain people. From me to you, thank you. Making me cry and laugh and spin so fast I can't keep up with the world. I wouldn't have it any other way.

There's also this, which I just found:


So, I'll leave you with a smile on my face before I either nod off at my desk or go to bed.