Hello everyone! I am exhausted after long week at work and lovely weekend away in Kaikoura and this is more or less to let you know that I am aliiiiive, albeit a little bit battered. Like a nice piece of cod. A nice, self-aware piece of cod that is really sleepy and also quite hungry and should probably have eaten something at the airport.
In news: last week I went to Fashion Week, courtesy of work - more on this later - and also had fleas, courtesy of my flatmate's cat. I would recommend you never, ever get fleas. You may have that advice for free. I should write an advice column:
My boyfriend/colleague/yoga coach is behaving weirdly after I mentioned a new position I was interested in. I feel judged. Should I talk to them about it, or just not mention the Reverse Cowgirl/Accounts Administrator/Downward Facing Dog ever again?
"Dear Desperate: IT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER JUST DON'T GET FLEAS"
And now it is time for me to take off my makeup and go to bed, just like this.
Night night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite!
OR THOSE FLEA MOTHERFUCKERS