God I’ve felt rotten for the last couple of days. The job thing is really getting to me. Apologies for my generally self-pitying conversation for the last 48 hours.
Much love to Weasel, Man of Taste, et al.
In order to pick up a Mish ply her with friendly conversation. In special circumstances promise her friendly company on Saturday, take her out to dinner on Friday, lay her in a warm bath with candles to eat Vienetta mint icecream and drink green tea whilst the Jellicle Cat reads a porno Marion Zimmer Bradley.
It’s all good, or it will be, just gotta get there first.