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Well, if I will insist on changing my nonfictionsuit the same week people start making jokes about Anna de L being Flyboy's beard...
It was a rather, erm, subdued meet, I thought. Not nearly up to usual debauched standards.
And I sprained my ankle on the way home, for which I blame Gypsy Lanterns bloody bibliomancy, picking an entry on the Duchy of Cornwall -- last time I sprained my ankle was in Cornwall this summer, and it took almost four months to heal! And this time it hurts even more. So obviously, I am not a happy bunny right now... and that's without the obvious bah, humbug mood I've been in all week... |
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