You'll always find me in the kitchen at parties...

even the parties I throw myself.

So we had a little celebration yesterday, enjoying ourselves for no apparent reason other than the back-in-Belgiumness of a very dear friend and the lack of government. Of course I disappeared feeling utterly miserable after the stuffing myself with paëlla and welcoming everyone in-phase. Of course two fellow party-members (hihi) thought it necessary to sneak up the stairs and catch me red-handed in the act of throwing facebook-chickens in people's faces. Of course they got me back in the dance hall/ living room within seconds; Of course this didn't improve my mood quite the contrary. Of course I wondered (even aloud) why, oh why I came up with the idea of a six-months since we went voting-party. Of course I went to bed too late, much too late. Of course I'm utterly miserable not in the least because I'm still in love. And I know, yes, I know of course I know that I shouldn't be typing this, not were everyone can read it.