Well, I was holding it together pretty well until this scene happened:

Then I got weepy.*

Best example of female friendship on a TV show, EVER.

Farewell Ann Perkins, you beautiful, tropical, chestnut-haired sunfish.



* And at the very end of the ep they hit me with this, which just finished me off completely. I was LITERALLY sobbing (farewell to you too, Chris Traeger).

Sigh.

No bikini wearing for me this weekend... stomach covered in cupping marks!  Thanks, Dr L... not.

If I bought all the books from all the authors I see on The Daily Show, I'd be (a) broke; and (b) even more of an insomniac. 

Yay for friends returning from the States with goodies. Necessary goodies.

Dinner with an old mate from my London days... fourteen years is a long time between drinks, but neither of us appears to have changed much. Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

The most misogynistic song of 2013 (which I won't even bother linking to because I loathe it so much) failed to even rate in Triple J's Hottest 100.  I am happy as a clam.

(Hey, how're those lines looking to you now, Robin Thicke?  Pretty clear, I'd say.)

I think I'm becoming a (herbal) tea addict... current number of teas in my cupboard currently standing at fourteen.