Oh god

My dearest Sarah Jane,

I loved drinking Argentinian tea with you at that funny little restaurant last night. Were you wiiiiide awake at 2am as well though?

Starting to freak out slightly about my plans to conquer the States/Canada. For a start, I have so much stuff to get rid of, my precious red convertible to sell, internship to hear back from (second interview this Wednesday!!), loose ends to tie up at work, money to save. All in just two months.

I'm just going to breathe through it, like an overcaffeinated yogi. Tssssssssssss.

My other method of dealing with this surreal and stressful situation is procrastination. Highly recommended.

So instead of emailing the designers back with a proper brief for our Outreach brochure, I've been looking at this: the joys of Toilet Paper Origami. It reminded me of this time when I was six years old and I had this crush on a boy in my class called David. I made him a flower out of pink toilet paper but then chickened out of giving it to him. In high school, David grew so much body hair people started callling him Yak. Now he's married. I don't think his wife calls him Yak.

Yours,

Rebecca