Have you ever fallen asleep on your computer desk on top of 6+ inches of paper, books, and WBS? Or gotten up at 3AM only to cry yourself to sleep by listening to Thomas Quasthoff singing Brahms’ lieder? Because if you have…you could sympathize with me.
In other news: my birthday was fucking awesome! Very relaxed, exactly what I wanted. Robyn even made me a cake encrusted with WBS. Croquet was had by all. Thank you and goodnight.