Yesterday I wore my slippers to rehearsals for no other reason than "because I wanted to". I'm guessing this is where the downward spiral into insanity starts. Today slippers, tomorrow plastic bags? I've always enjoyed dressing up, but now the urge is stronger than ever. I'm yet to work out if this complete loss of inhibition is actually a good thing.
On a lighter note, new life has started grow...
... albeit resembling a penis.
A sign me thinks?
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