Please excuse this miserable pile of cords.

[magicnme]

I thought it was such a nice. productive day. Did lots of packing and was thinkin' Arbies and watched a pair of lively twitterpatted squirrels and life slid around neatly into order and boxes...

But then hormones and stress and stupid, trite, sweeping waves of venerating jealousy creep up on me. Or possibly just cramps pangs.

And suddenly I'm wallowing in my own unexpected kiddie pool of utter, utter self-pitying mediocrity.

Note to self: Never again read brilliant character analysis while it's that time of the month.