Four minutes is all it takes....

Ok, a four minute post....hmmm....(I am waiting on my macaroni to cook).....

Ok, here's the plan. I finish finals on the 8th of December, I get a hair cut on the 9th, and we leave on the 10th. I think we shall go to Canada and become pseudo-Canadians. I will fish for a living and he will be a bum, the challenge will be dressing him like one everyday. Live off fish and bread. Hmmm, then when we are sick of that we can go over to England and I can wait tables in a nice little tea shop/cafe and he can, er, uh, do what he likes. I haven't decided what he will do but it will be something. He could always teach (we can fake our degrees I am sure). Hmmm, what shall I take to wear though, I like to have my whole wardrobe so that I can be a bit on the creative side but a fisher woman can't have too many clothes. Oh and I can use the fish guts to make him smell worse as a bum! Cool, recycle the pieces.

Curithers, my boobs are sore. I didn't write a 4 minute post by the way....

My love, that can be caused by many a thing, but in you present state I should say it may be your medical condition causing such pains. Do take care and if it worsens, consider calling a physician. About the timing, you will get better in knowing the timing of your thoughts, it all just takes time this time business.