I. Am. So. Tired.

Here is the Tim Horton's window, where Sarah and I received our lunch today.



Here I am showing off my amazingly flexible hips.



Here I am meditating like an Egyptian.



Robyn is a rock star.



Robyn and I are in love.



I have no pictures of when I successfully set up our house bank account today. I have no pictures of the vicious tweezer girl who did my eyebrows today. I have no pictures of the fabulous meal that my aunt cooked for me. I have no pictures of the address book she gave me, in which she put her name first, "because A stands for aunt." I have no pictures of Heather, who was also with us tonight. I have no pictures of my amazing ability to portray eating a chicken McNugget in slow motion. I have no picture of me seeing Danika Kung through the McDonald's window. I have no pictures of me exclaiming way too excitedly, "She's from Stephenville!" I have no pictures of me becoming even more excited when I saw Ashley Sheen walk by the McDonald's window. I have no pictures of me waving happily to her. I have no pictures of her asking me, "What's up?"