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My sister woke me up at 9am this morning. With a chain-sms about pretty people. I sent an answer back saying that I forgave her, but that I certainly wouldn't send it back to her. "You should get a good beating." I was considering going back to sleep after that, but then I noticed the sunshine and for some reason I got in the mood for opera. So at the moment I'm listening to Carmen and waiting for my bread to get unfreezed (not even sure that's a proper word, but I'm too lazy to look it up).

I'd forgotten how much I like opera. Sunshine and opera - it really doesn't get much better than that.

Now... where did I put that Faust-cd?