Yet another day has dawned, dipped in a grey suspension of dust, humidity, and every pollutant known to man. Everything has a fuzzy edge to it, like a watercolour on soggy paper.
Tonight promises to be fun, even if there was a bit of a headache figuring out who to call seeing as Tishen's contacts spread far and wide. Bless 'im for being so sociable. Nat's birthday feels so long ago, even if it was only last week - it feels like I haven't seen everyone in ages.
And the curtains have finally been hung.
P.S. Commencing Operation Chicken Rice!
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