Decisions

I can't decide whether I'm too hot or too cold. Quite a distressing feeling. I mean, normally you don't "decide" a thing like this do you. You just feel it. Well, now I don't. One moment I'm reaching for my sweater, the next I convince myself to stay slutty.

Spent the afternoon colouring in trucks with a 4-year-old and discussing the benefits of Rock Werchter with a 15-year-old.
(Yes, I coloured well)

The flat The Girlfriend and I were looking at for January won't be available till April -and that is at the earliest-. Since the people who live there now are building a house, I think we can safely assume it'll be nearer to the summer holidays.
Aaargh. Perhaps we should look for something else.

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