Exhausted.
I wish someone would bring me an ice cold martini or bloody Mary (heavy on the olives) while I lie here in bed.
I dislike working Saturdays, not gonna lie.
Tomorrow, Wicked! I am trying so hard not to have high expectations - but I've heard the soundtrack and know the story and can't help but give a little anticipatory *squee*
And now, a
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