I feel like someone stole my thunder and proceeded to lock me in a metal room and kill me with the aftershock of each reverberation. But besides that, everything is quite tickety-boo.
This Christmas, I'll probably invest in a t-shirt! Ah yeah. Gotta love t-shirts. I mean, in an ideal world I would head over to a toy shop (shut up) and buy up all of the Star Wars figurines. Elon Musk said no to my loan, though, so that's not going to happen. And I saw a Gryffindor scarf today and the avarice nearly consumed me, despite having professed to loathe the franchise but I changed my fucking mind and now I'm writing about it for the love of mercy
Groan.
But yes, birthday is in eight days and NOW let's see if people give that patronising 'oh boi u so adorable' smile that one grows to despise... I bought a Crows Feet kit so those days are over, hopefully.