I'm never waiting for you again. Ever.

Cyril is going to kill me.



Honestly, these days, this is all I want to be doing. Sofa. Blankies. Tea/coffee. Robes. TV. Snuggles. Fireplace.

The rain's getting me down, man. In a bad way.

Sorry that my mum & little brother had to come visit in this. We sludged through Stanley Park like troopers, though. My brother was even thoroughly delighted about carrying an umbrella - too much so, really - since they are utterly useless in my beloved desert-of-a-hometown.