Oh well. Alls well that ends well. Wishing well. Whatever. I don't really care anymore. I'm okay. My life is good. One year today and I finally don't care anymore. Everything is perhaps not peachy and perfect but it's good, I'm doing good. At least at the moment. I'm okay. My life is not circling around a big lie anymore. I think I know what I want and where I'm going and when I don't know that just makes it more fun.
So tomorrow it looks like I'm seeing tall and handsome again and that's great. He's making pie. (Pie! It's like he knows me! Haha!) And on thursday it's Valborg. (And also the day of THOR, the norse god.) So we - the vikings (or well, the scando's that is) are going out to rape and pillage (or just play pool and have a couple of drinks). We'll see how that turns out.
Listening to: Nothing at the moment but I watched a few episodes of The Big Bang Theory, season two earlier.