I managed to wake up at 4 a.m. this morning to get my royal wedding on. This was my spread:

WF sold out of scones by the time I got there (I took a last-minute improv elective last night — SO WORTH IT) and in my post-playing butterflies and giddiness I went a little balls with my breakfast feast: (almost) scones (AKA cream biscuits), raspberry jam, Devon clotted cream, Lincolnshire cheddar, Branston Pickle, tiny bottle of champagne, OJ and sticky toffee pudding.

I didn’t share any of it with the asshole cat, who got angry with me for waking him up so early (I understand that timber of meow, thank you.) and made it all the way through half of a giant pot of tea and everything but the pudding. SO FULL at 6 a.m. Decided to do laundry.

THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING BLOG. Food! Laundry! Please tell me about brushing your teeth.

I might go back to sleep. Sleep would be good. I have to work at 9.

Friday, Friday, what’s good to do on this Friday night?