I went shopping with bro and his girl yesterday arvo. I was looking for bed sheet and upon hearing that, his face lits up. He started to give me a crash course on thread counts, egyptian cotton and what not. He insisted that it does make a difference, the more thread counts, the better a bed sheet would be. So a 20-year old boy is giving me a lesson on bed sheets. Cool! And utterly boring. At the end, I couldn't be bothered so I just bought whatever he recommended. I just want a bed sheet!

On a brighter note, I got myself a pink polka dots cover set for my comforter and to top it up, my housemate managed to get me sobranie pinks from duty free on her flight back from Singapore.

Oh, and M is jetting back from Melbourne tonight.

I'm totally ecstatic!