So I went to my workmates place last night, hung out with some of the cool kids - had a few laughs... I even initiated a couple of those laughs myself (... YAY me!).
The real purpose of the night was to watch the first game of the World Cup. My first ever attempt at watching a game of soccer. It wasn't as painful as I thought it might be, although I did find myself thinking, a lot, "someone please just get a friggen goal!". I did well I think.
It was difficult having to be in the same small room as SpottedApple and John. But what can I do? It's either have my heart slowly torn, or spend my nights completely alone, while tearing my own heart out. The lesser of two evils I suppose.
SB xx
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