Sadly, the journey to Brandon was cut short by a crick in the neck. I've never had a crick before, much less one in the neck, and it's not something I'd chose to have again. Not enjoyable. At all. So the week was spent moping around the house like a princess (I wonder if the Princess from The Princess and The Pea was suffering from a crick? I had always just assumed she was flaky), and then working on reports from home. Not nearly as exciting as Brandon had promised to be. But who knows what the future holds? I can always dream of Brandon ...
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