At the end of the day you’re another year older. And that’s all you can say for the life of the poor. It’s a struggle, it’s a war, and there’s nothing that anyone’s giving – one more day standing about, what is it for?
One day less to be living.
It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’m not a fan. It’s the first time I’m not seeing Les Mis in four years, and this makes me sad. I’m back in Derby – which, actually, is okay – and I’ve got three weeks off work to recuperate a little. I’ve got some fun plans lined up, and the best part? NO NIGHT SHIFTS.
Today though I’m longing to be back in Arendelle and I’m doing my best Anna impression. Who knew I’d get this hooked on Frozen?!