Don't you just hate how somebody can just take the wind out of your sails? Sure, you're not supposed to let them have that power over you, but that's MUCH easier said than done.

On to the subject at hand: Since when does a twenty-one-and-a-half-year-old have a high school reunion to attend?

( I wore a skirt, yay. :| )

In general, I don't like to whine too much about my real life here because that's being horribly dull and can come across as attention-whoring. I would much rather bitch about, say, CLAMP.

( But... )

After a week and a half in an ancient, falling-apart summer house with minimal access to TV and Internets, I have returned from the twilight world of the New Jersey shore, bearing a painful strain of cold but nonetheless feeling accomplished.

( Baa-haa-haa-haa-hack )