I woke up this morning (no, not with a "grudge the size of your story" ;D) with a good feeling about life. And you know what? It's 10.45 and I've still got it!
It was an interesting morning, during which myself and my little bus buddy both slipped on the ice! And then we text the radio station about it... But never got to stay on the bus long enough to hear whether it was read out or not...
I did my reading at the carol service and even though I twitched my way through it, it was all good! Alll good.
And then I bit the bullet and ran down the Western Front! Yes, I did. Ran down there on fire, screaming Christmas carols at the top of my lungs. And you know what? It's fine. And I'm happy.
Four days of exams next week. Seven tests. I can do this!