Oh yeah, I forgot to say:
It's Jake's birthday today and I feel sick.
Happy birthday to the birthday boy anyway.
And on we go...
I started to read what's available of the book, some sort of preview. My head is swimming with her and my own memories; we have a lot in common. I'm seriously sitting here, at work, reading in a cold sweat already knowing I will need a lot of time to wrestle my way through the book, because my own memories of long-gone-crazy-fangirl-days will keep cropping up on me. I feel so ridiculous for feeling this way and for my own mad behaviour in the past. I think I'm going to like this.
What a ride it already is.
Should I scream and cry like a banshee (some leftover phrase from my Queen time), or sulk and retreat in my own weird little not-so-save dreamworld?
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