UMF called Saturday night to announce that The Great Separation is official. NACF has been packing up belongings and seems as now, after twenty-six years as a pair, will now be making their own ways. How v. strange. Bizarre. Bizarre because was something to be expected, but when finally heard definitive, We are separating, yours truly went into sort of shock.
Apparently, treatment for said shocks includes drinking too much, dancing too close with strange (but v. hot) boys and making unprecedented drunk phonecall to Sure Thing Bicycle in wee hours of morning. Have spent day in entirely different sort of shock. Am not this girl. Truthfully, am not quite sure which girl to be, exactly.