WAAAAAAAAAAH. (And she said it with vim.)

[chaletian]

THIS IS THE MOST TRAGIC NIGHT OF MY LIFE, A NIGHT I MAY WELL NOT SURVIVE. A NIGHT OF WOE AND WAILING AND WEEPING (AND PROBABLY THE GNASHING OF TEETH ETC). I (A) CLEARLY NEED SOME SORT OF HAIR CHUM (THOUGH KATIE HAS BEEN DOING HER TINY BEST) AND ALSO (B) NEED TO FIND NEW FRIENDS WHO DO NOT LAUGH AT MY TRAUMATICALLY TRAGIC AND TRAGICALLY TRAUMATIC LIFE AND DEMAND PAINFUL PICTURES OF ME LOOKING A FOOL. I HATE YOU ALL.

I LOOK LIKE A PILLAR BOX. AND OUR SOFA. AND JANICE RAND'S UNIFORM.