It's been kind of a cursed week for Smithee peeps, so be warned.
I would start this week on Wednesday night (I would start it roughly at 9:42 PM, but of course I would), and since then we collectively have hospitalized peeps, multiple sick cats, and hopes dashed -- but (and I cannot stress this enough) I have not said anything irrevocably stupid yet.
Yet.
At least
lunargeography is starting to feel like herself again after eight months of OvaryZilla.