So, I may make a bit of a comeback.
Wonder if there was a fight. I saw a bunch of younger pub goers actually coming out as a group. Strangest sight ever. Ugh. If you want to party or be rowdy, that’s what the local Weatherspoon pub is for. If you want a quiet night, that’s what most of the other smaller pubs are for.
Okay. I need sleep. Goodnight.
I swear my friend was baking a pie or something, but the oven malfunctioned, so for some ungodly reason, she popped her head in and came back with half her face burnt.
I think I went on to say it wasn’t that bad and at least she wouldn’t end up having scars like the ones I received to my thigh from having second degree burns.
I think she was Thranduil in my dream.
Or Thranduil and Ned. (By the way, this is the same friend who kind of looks like a genderbent Lee Pace and wasn’t too happy when I told her she looked like him.)
This is what I get for eating strange popcorn and drinking strawberry-flavoured pear cider too fast.
Oh… and screaming at her for making fun of my phobia.
OH GOD. WHAT HAVE I DONE!?
WHAT HAVE I DONE!?