[lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life]

[kiltsandlollies]

It's Red Nose Day! I wish I'd remembered; I would have forced participation of some sort here, even though we're a long way from the UK. I remember sitting English class examinations while wearing my red nose, back in the day. There's something very special about ripping Holden Caulfield's insufferable ass a new one while you're sitting at a desk wearing a round red plastic nose, and even more special about watching your teacher's expression go from "..." to Why didn't you bring me one? God, I loved that teacher. Anyway. It's Friday, this week has been stressful in lots of ways, and I have three meetings to survive before the end of this day. This weekend I want to do nothing but get both houses in a bit of order, listen to musical theatre actors cover the shit out of Mumford & Sons and break my heart doing so, finish this bloody story I'm writing, and putter with my packing list for girlietimes. Oh, and probably dye my hair. God, I love dyeing my hair.

I hardly ever do this sort of thing, so please, if you would-if you're feeling bored and/or futzy on the internet or just abstractedly charitable-kindly vote for Billy Elliot in the Olivier Audience Awards, and make me and fuzzy punchdrunk Killian very happy, tyvm. <3 (Pond-dwellers of either side can play; in fact it's likely anyone anywhere can play.)

Friday, blessed blessed Friday. Blessed, blessed coffee, too.