A day deluged by near-tears, close-calls and pretty pouts.

It’s been two very long days filled with deadlines,  ranting and raving (not by me, but at me) and playing dodgem cars with an incoming migraine.

So if anyone needs a bit of prettiness tonight, it’s me. I wish to walk in the rain, but of course Melbourne isn’t in the mood to play ball. Instead I’ve decided to cancel my dinner-date, put on a mud mask, and sip away my blues with a touch of red.  

Today, this quote gives me hope…

Buttercup: We’ll never survive.
Westley: Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.