When everyone else is smoochin and you aren't. Well. It can make you grumpy.
This morning is for cartoons and video games. Last week was major at work, to the point where I was dreaming about it almost every night. It's like that guy says in Waking Life. Not bad enough I'm selling them my days, but I'm giving them my nights for free.
But not my weekends. Ha. My weekends are when I actually make my Life. The one with a capital "L".
Not pictured: pink nails, calculator
Third time was the charm. I felt like a tulip or something, wearing this dress yesterday. My best days are always well-dressed, chances of personal catastrophe are minimized greatly when I look like a flower.
So this afternoon I'm shopping for more fabric, and groceries and candy, and later on tonight there is a houseparty. Maybe. Or maybe I'll keep making tulip dresses.
Yesterday was dressy but today calls for a pirate getup. Adventure abounds. Yar.
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