What a boring day. I’ve spent the majority of it wishing I was in England, because at least then the rain would seem to have a point. Great Britain is supposed to be rainy. This was only supplemented by the fact that I’ve been playing memory games with Newcastle bottle caps and wishing I was dating Jamie Cullum. We’d get fish & chips tonight and then go back to his place and stay up ’til morning watching DVDs. Or so he says.


Oh well. The weekend begins in 32 minutes, and it’s going to be good. Cookout (or in?) tonight, wedding tomorrow, babies on Sunday, sleep in between.


Happy 20th Birthday, Little Brother.

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