>I can't help but cry. I mean I'd love to be skinny like that, but not
>all those flies and death and stuff,"
> -- Mariah Carey
Evidently this is absolutely true: made my day, anyhow.
Recovered a bit from my Slough of Despond mode, and actually wrote a lil' short story (like less than 1000 words-) for class, plus I got some work done on a cartoon strip.
I have given in already to Big Brother's live daytime transmission. The housemates are now trying to defrost mince, after spending a long time throwing marbles at the bumhole in Spencer's baggy jeans, as he lay semi-comatose on the floor. Any wonder I can't tear myself away?