It's been two months since weekends have really meant something. But I remember why I like them so much now--they're a reprieve.
This Saturday was also the most serious Saturday I think I've ever had in my life.
I learned that optimism really is the best policy for me.
My cat is in my top bunk.
I'm talking to Tarmander. Hi, Tarmander!
I'm going to make an archive of all the characters I've ever thought up, and the variants on them. That's probably going to be my next project, once I get into the swing of this bloggy thing.
I'm most definitely passing out now.
I'm only allowing myself seven hours of sleep. Moderation!
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