I have three things to say right now.

1) Sphere, screw you. Seriously.

2) Thank god I was cold enough to put on something other than boxers last night -- even though I'd kill for a sweatshirt. Again.

3) Want, if I grovel will you bring me some coffee? Please? I'm begging. Puppy dog eyes, even.

This is ludicrous. Twice? Come on.

Huh.

Once again, a feast before what I imagine will probably be a famine. Why are these things coming in waves now? It makes no sense, none at all.

Little treasures, locked up in little packages -- but are they really treasures, or are they curses? One only knows by trying, I suppose.

...I need a tomato. And a cup of coffee.