I think I might be in danger of becoming one. Might.
Too lethargic to be bothered right now, have left the rest downstairs to continue playing.
The tiramisu did perk me up for a while. But not enough to be socialble for hours on end.
Damned British weather, the wind is howling outside my window. Not a night to be out. I'd probably blow away.
What I need, is a hot mug of green tea and my reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
A warm body would be good too. But what are the chances. The one I want is thousands of miles away. A closer appoximant of 6557 miles or 10552 kilometres, according to WikiAnswers.
So it's just me, Patrick dog, hot tea and my reruns for now.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams.
xx,
BakerGirl
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