Now I am wrapped in an old cardigan of my dad's, wearing socks that he bought me from a business trip to Germany and pajama pants from Victoria Secret back when she had secrets that reached down to her ankles.
Am tired but clean and am feeling happy that I might see J.K. Rowling creeping around in cafes in the very near future. Oh, am so sleepy and tired and just talked for long time with bestest friend in the world, who is angel and one of the best people in the world. Ever.
Sweet dreams, and may the dream fish bless thy rest.
Tried to post this last night but it wouldn't go through for some reason. Odd. Anyway. There you have it.