blahThe coverlet for which I consumed enough McDonald's grease to gag a goat is, if anything, dirtier now than it was when I started. I need to take it to the laundromat. Which sucks, because I'll have to unmake the bed again. Well, OK, that's no big deal - but making it again afterward is a pain.
I've managed to not do anything about my speeding ticket yet again - another in a series. My last day to deal with it is Friday, though I might be able to get another extension.
I just finished reading the archives for Planet Karen, which hasn't left me in the best of spirits, either. It's a great piece of work - and presented with a wonderful sense of humor, and some quite impressive art.
But seeing someone else struggle with depression was perhaps not what I needed to look at right now.
Sigh. Now where did I put that eyeliner and black fingernail polish...
