The Stars and the Cookie Jar

...a moment of silence for Sonya's gills.

(Sonya is -- well, as far as I know -- a human; she just has, you know, gills. Until eleven o'clock tomorrow morning.)

Work: such breakdown. I forgot to order espresso. Yeah, at all.

Home: eeeeeeeeegh.

Leisure; well, I spent 10-2 today at work, in a meeting.

I am about to go over the cliff with the lemmings.

Update: in the middle of this entry's composition, Fearless Leader called me. Now, I enjoy conversing with Fearless Leader of an evening, but. (drop-kicks that last lemming off into the waves)

I may be mad, I may be blind, I may be viciously unkind; but I can still read what you're thinking...

Wish I was home.