...but since it's May and flowers and fcuking trees are all around that means that if I open the windows I can't breathe either. Allergies be damned.
Choices, choices...
On the other news. I'm going to Scotland this year - for three months, to work. To Stirling, if anyone is curious.
And I was really excited until I've realised that means around three months without my flist. That sucks. And not in a positive, life affirming way.
But hey... Bookshops! *L*
