I'm having one of those 'I really want Tom' days. Kinda like every day then, in that respect... You know, when you climb into bed at night and think 'I'd really like to be able to reach over there and stroke **blank**'s tummy.', where, in this case, **blank** happened to be Tom, and his tummy happened to be very not there, so I stroked mine instead. It wasn't as nice. Or as hairy. :-D Yeah, so, I've just done my music homework, and played the piano (of which the inside has actually managed to collect dust. That's how often I actually play it.). And I'm about to go and sing at church with Sarah. Oh yes, that's another thing, I'm also having one of those 'I really can't decide how I want to look' days. And ben still wants me to fuck him next weekend. Hmmmmmmmm.... no.