no not the moving day, the Freedom Festival!!
I think we're all happy it's here and everything's pretty sorted out for the big night. I look forward to playing babysitter/chauffer for the next 24 hours or so.
Tomorrow I will have to re-pack some stuff, and try not to overload the back of my car, and gear up for the Rhino Room Tracksuit party.
And now, just for Philo's pleasure, things I HATE: I hate coming home from the pub knowing I nearly spent $60 and I'm not pissed. What is happening to me? Do I have an iron stomach? Where does all that alcohol go? I mean, granted we had just been to Yin Chow for a pig-out but I mean really! *hmph*