Seriously

I didn't mean to blow anything out of proportion. There was no life-altering disaster. I'm not saying nothing happened, because I don't want to trivialize things either. Let's just say I still have matters under control.

But I really do appreciate your concern, and I'm thankful for friends like you.

On lighter, more superficial matters, we've been so bored at work this low season that we've started obsessing about different things. One of which is songs. The ultimate song for different occasions. Specifically, which song would be perfect for different parts of a wedding.

There is this song I adore, and E keeps insisting I incorporate it somewhere. Realistically, it would be best for a first dance. But I highly doubt that will be on the agenda. To which M instantly quipped I should just use it as my sex song. I threw in something about the chance it might not be long enough. And she, quick as a dart: that's the very reason the repeat function was created, my dear.

Ah, we make our own fun.