No More Arse Falling

Aaaaah. Work tomorrow. I should have been an (unemployed) watchmaker. No more all-day lazing around and fucking and OD’g on Buffy.

This has been a great vacation. First snowboarding, where after much pain and humiliation I finally figured out how to carve without stopping or falling on my arse (too frequently). Then Lisa nursed me through a nasty laryngitis illness. Why do I still get sick when I take so many damn vitamin pills?

We said the L word to each other. That was a rush.