I Can Hear The Soft Breathing of The Girl That I Love

A genuinely weird day, with things breaking up what would normally be my working rhythm, such as it is – A vet’s visit, phone calls with the accountant and the resultant rush and stress that provided, lunch with a friend – to the point where I never felt like I settled into the day at all. Everything was continually just rushing to meet deadlines, the entire day having that I’m late I’m late feeling and discomfort the entire time, meaning that it’s 6pm and I still haven’t directed you to my Time piece for the week, about the way in which the new Beauty and The Beast show manages to miss the point of the entire B&TB fairy tale. My research for this one? Watching lots of versions of Beauty and The Beast, which made for an odd weekend, I can tell you.

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