It’s been a draining week. Some parts good, some parts bad. At one stage, I’d had such an awful day and a sore face that I’d forgot to eat dinner, took a phenergan and drank a glass of wine, not remembering I had taken the phenergan. Very rockstar indeed. That night’s sleep commenced at around 8.30 pm and the next morning when I woke up, it was like the previous day had never happened.
All I can say is I have a new found appreciation for coconut shellers and book spirallers.
I’m exhausted, and it’s taking too much brainpower and warmth to write the Roxette review, so you’ll have to make-do with this picture for now.