I’m more sober than I’ve ever been, and my hair looks fantastic. I’ve already restyled it four times all without the aid of a mirror because I can tell, just by the weight of the pins securing my tresses to the left side of my head above my ear, that I’ve just started a fashion trend. William keeps glancing at me from across the table where he chats with Arwen, so I know I’ve increased my allure.
Totally the thoughts of someone who is, indeed, inebriated
