The partay wasn't as fun as it usually is; the guests were few but manageable. I think I drank too many bubbles.
On my way home I was feeling kind of paranoid. Scared of saying something foolish that would hurt someone's feelings. It is silly really, my friends assured me it was best I be myself and if they can't handle it - it would be their problem.
I hope I didn't hurt anyone's feelings.
I think this blogging thing is making me over-cautious.
The merchandise wasn't ready for my meeting with my pal, but we hammered out some details.
It is the end of winter. It has been a hard one here. Somedays are dark and cranky. Today I can see the light.