FAIL

Day 2, and I am two hours past the deadline. Doh.

In my defence, I HAVE been busy AND I am really quite drunk. I have, as the Irish say, drink taken. Copious amounts of whiskey, to be exact. I will pay for this; although pride compels me to add that everyone else has bailed, and I am Last Girl Standing.

Hic.

There are 14 cakes ready/nearly ready for eating tomorrow, which is my annual cakeapalooza Thing.

During which I will probably have a stonking great headache, but I’m awfully happy right at the moment, so… win?

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