Rave

Feeling a bit rebellious, and as though I sprouted from a colourful Skins episode, here I am. Arriving at last, ready to be new once again. It's not the right time yet, but by the time this week is out, it shall be done. This week is very short, though. Should go by faster than most monotonous others, especially assuming the fair day we have off on Friday. But I went to a party on Saturday night where all you did was splatter your friends with paint, bounce around, twist your feet, pound your fists or swing your arms under a blacklight. You could pick any combination, or all 5 with hair-twirling. I did the latter. Hence, why the above picture is my 'morning after' self covered in pink paint. Kesha has nothing on me? I'd say not. But it did result in my calves tightening up, leaving me with a legitimate limp, and my throat sounding similar to that of a ten-year smoker. All in good fun, though.