In other news, I'm drunk and I would like to write to Sarah right now, but I'm afraid of writing one of those weird drunken emails.
Went to "O" Bar for Anica's birthday (she's a girl I work with). She turned 22 and I felt a little old. In number only, because I don't feel old at all, even though my birthday is quickly approaching. I feel like a child; so someone's clearly made a mistake with my age.
Listening to Morecheeba on the household CD player in the dark while reading Sarah's blog. Magic.
