Glasto-fever
The forecast is shiny, the bands alluring tinyurl.com/36d5z9u , the golden syrup for flapjacks is straining at the bag to get out.
One more sleep, but I don't know how I'll manage to. Maybe I should pack. Can I just be there already. Why am I going to work tomorrow? Idiot.

One more sleep, but I don't know how I'll manage to. Maybe I should pack. Can I just be there already. Why am I going to work tomorrow? Idiot.

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P.S. Flipron are playing on Thursday so I get to see them after all *beam*