It was Italian presentation day and in what is quickly (and, I'll admit, shamefully) becoming my own patented style of making it up, I somehow did OK in the end. I did have a few conjugations on my hand though...The thing is, I count myself lucky every time I pull it off, and every time I tell myself "phew, I'll prepare loads for the next one" and of course, I rarely do. I suppose it makes me stupid, a weird kind of 'if it ain't broke don't fix it method'. When I fall flat on my face, which is clearly inevitable, I'll stop winging it. Until then...
The sun in the morning filled me with optimism, but the exact opposite I see outside my window tonight doesn't really make me look forward to tomorrow. There's not much to talk about otherwise, so I'm going to go to bed early.
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