Rufus Wainwright tonight.
I can barely breathe.
I picked out my clothes, listened to Judy and Ruffie non-stop, and wrote him a letter. THe letter is a bit messy because I had a lot to say and only a tiny sheet to say it on, and also I was a bit nervous as you could probably imagine, so its a bit shaky. But I think it's a pretty good letter!
Oh, Rufus. I have a date with you tonight. Oh dear.
