I ended up leaving work early on Thursday, and not coming in at all on Friday, so. I felt much better by Saturday afternoon. It's crazy.
I spent my sick time writing. No, seriously. And it's something new, even, and it's almost done. It's really, really long and would be angsty but, you know, bandom. I can't take it seriously enough to write convincing angst.
I've missed someone's birthday over the weekend, but I can't remember whose. I think it was
khohen1? Yes, no? In any case, happy birthday somebody.
I bought myself a green tea frappumaccino for breakfast, but I dropped it when I was trying to put the straw in. Pwned by gravity again.
The
new Nothing Nice To Say is pretty awesome.
(You know you've had the laser eye slashgoggle surgery when you can't help shipping webcomic characters. I'm terrible. I know. But Fletch! And Blake! Omg! Their love is so co-dependent and abusive! And punk rock!)
Bye.