The Universe Hates Me Again
There is no damn middle-ground here. My life is bi-polar. The fates are manic depressive. Shit's either flushed or it hits the fan.
Anyway. Today I knocked over the ice cube tray of beads twice. It takes OVER AN HOUR to resort them. Damnity damn damn.
And I had to restart the little green heart TWICE. At the end. AAAAAAAAARG!
But, all in all, I've had worse days. And I have a western to read. Anything can be cured by a good shoot-em' up.
In other, slighty odd, news, I've just discovered that I share more characteristics with a gay in his late twenties living in Manhattan than a girl in her early teens living in suburbia. Oh dear.
Anyway. Today I knocked over the ice cube tray of beads twice. It takes OVER AN HOUR to resort them. Damnity damn damn.
And I had to restart the little green heart TWICE. At the end. AAAAAAAAARG!
But, all in all, I've had worse days. And I have a western to read. Anything can be cured by a good shoot-em' up.
In other, slighty odd, news, I've just discovered that I share more characteristics with a gay in his late twenties living in Manhattan than a girl in her early teens living in suburbia. Oh dear.