YD dragged me to the cinema to see Les Misérables yesterday, and it was worth it. I almost cried.
Also, we had an unexpected companion (at least by me), nineteen years of age and with quite some wit hidden behind his handsome sixteener face. Great chemistry between those two, despite his joining in being purely coincidental as she was having dinner at his place with her parents (or so I was told... Naw I'm joking it really was spontaneous). I told her to hit on him before he's taken.
I find myself at ease these days, though I shouldn't or I'll fail the year again which would be a disgrace I couldn't live with. And yet I feel peaceful and calm. Like there's nothing that could trouble me right now. Probably another silence before the storm. But strangely enough I don't seem to care.
/P.
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