The problem with being sick during a warm, stormy Canberra night is that you need to leave a door open so your apartment can cool down, but that lets in the sound of rain and thunder. I went to bed at 8pm. Didn’t sleep til 1am. It was torture.
Today, i’d like nothing more than to each this: A croissant, chocolate pastry and a scone. But that’s just not going to happen. Toast it is.