It was so slow that Blair was sitting around, being bored. That never, ever happens. There's always some cleaning or paperwork or something to be done, even when it's slow. But not today. Everything has been cleaned--spotless--and there was just nothing else to do.
So Ismarys tried to get Blair with her lip gloss.
Seriously. That woman is more like a little sister--to both Blair and I--than anything else. Sometimes, I forget how old she actually is.
Oh, so tired. I just got really exhausted for some reason. That's okay--tomorrow, I'm off, so I just might stay in the house all day. That wouldn't be such a tragedy.
Laurel, Sean, and I may go see (finally) Finding Neverland tonight. Perhaps--we'll see how tired everyone is. But it might work. I've wanted to see that movie ever since it first came out, and just haven't made it yet.
Exciting life I lead? Not so much.
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