Today I hung up my laundry only to find the floor scattered with tea leaves and an empty tea bag at the bottom of the washing machine. I haven't drank tea in at least a month and am fairly certain I don't stuff my pockets with tea bags after I'm finished with them. Your theories?

Also I have a coworker that:
a/is in love with all the same British shows as me
b/thinks that the people I find annoying at ECC are annoying as well, before proclaiming that I was tolerable company

Lastly, I am annoyed that Daniel Ryan Spaulding is in Edinburgh at the same time as me, putting on a show. I find him annoying because he thought I was a lesbian and couldn't be convinced otherwise, and because he called me Diane for an entire fucking year, or rather the parts of the year where he remembered that I was, in fact, in the same weekly drama lab as him and was in possession of a name.

And real lastly, Sarah's cottage is deliciously close and I am going to have so much fun I may die from happiness. Yay!