At this point on Sesame Street, there would have been some kind of cheer-up song.
I was writing a post of woe about how much this evening really, really sucked, but then Layne IM'd me and now I feel way less horrible. So this post - which was going to be about not having a conversation with anyone all day, and napping too long, and laundry fail, and someone taking my dryer tokens, and a pizza guy being incredibly rude, and said pizza being soggy and bowl-disrupting - is now about how I'm going to read, and possibly draw something, and then I'm going to go to bed, and tomorrow is not going to suck like tonight did. Because I decree it. And also, it's SciFi club.
This feels disturbingly like some kind of lesson. I will not look at it too hard.
This feels disturbingly like some kind of lesson. I will not look at it too hard.