I have never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question. --Spock
Errrr... I'm so tired. All the time. I hate Seasonal Affective Disorder. I can't write, I can't draw, I can't even effectively fangirl about anime or Star Trek or House or whatever. At least it gives me an excuse to complain. And today I replied pretty much entirely in noncommittal whines and grunts. And I was so out of it I couldn't make a decision about anything. And I played Solitaire online for a really long time when I got home.
At least I turned in my submission for Literary Magazine on time. I'm still not happy with it, though.
At least I turned in my submission for Literary Magazine on time. I'm still not happy with it, though.