It is early (for me) on Friday morning and I am wearing my ravanged vintage Vancouver Grizzlies sweatshirt, tucked into bed with my laptop and Cat the cat. I haven't looked yet but it sounds like it is raining out and my skin is crawling because I had some tattoos touched up yesterday which means I am forced to choose shower > bath and accept a rude awakening as opposed to a gentle nudge into the day. I have a ton of work to do today and I would rather not.
But there is chocolate soy milk waiting to be mixed with a small bit of coffee and heated to a lovely temperature so I guess I am up.
Photos from born to be wild, miss moss x 2, and bows and studs x 2.