My little heart is breaking at Tara and Giles’ duet, now I’m watching it with more context and I’m not drunk on Fran’s couch.
Watching the Buffy musical episode is making me so sad that I had to miss tap today.
Tried to talk my conscience into letting me go to tap despite being off work sick but getting up to make a cup of tea wiped me out and now my brain is sneering at me.
I’m all gross and ill so I really want cookies and cereal and fresh milk but I feel too disgusting to leave the house and get them so I just won’t eat. Being sick when you’re an adult is horrible. I want my mum.
This time yesterday: dancing in Wales. This time today: sleeping in England.