*shakes*
I am so nervous I could puke. I'm taking this as a sign that I shouldn't eat tomorrow morning. I don't think vomit typically makes a very good impression. You'd think I'd be less freaked out... but I'm not. I really do think that this new-found anxiety ruined the second half of Saul Williams' performance for me. I'm going to be all clammy and tummy-rumbly and sicky tomorrow. Bitch, bitch, bitch. I know.
At least my kitty is a cutie face.
At least my kitty is a cutie face.