I have, like, no time at all. It's 7:42, and I've got 35 Italians upstairs, waiting to eat 48 kilograms of food. And the food? It's ready, it's waiting, and it will be eaten. All of it. Of that, I'm sure.
God help me. I so don't need this right now.
Thank God I'm getting a haircut tomorrow. It's something to look forward to.
Love you, poppets. Love you dearly. Pray that I get out of tonight alive. Some of these Italians? Direct from Italy, my beauties! Like, last week! Ok? Ok? I have to impress them in a whole other language!
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