In record time, I finished the basic toon for relationships. It helps that unlike law, it's an easy concept to produce a positive image for. Unfortunately, all my positivity has evaporated, gone who-knows-where. On the very day that it looks like I might finally be rid of my office mate. Too f***ing late. The downswing that started by having my sexual identity questioned by some random drunk old fart in the street (he dropped his cane, I picked it up, it turned out to be his standard pick-up move -- never, ever, be a good samaritan) continues apace, and all the things I do (photograph the Aquilegia, menace friends with the Holga, drink, eat, sleep) aren't cheering me up. The garden is full of catshit, my friends don't like flash in their eyes, there isn't any nice beer on, the bread is stale, and my dreams want me to stay, and turn ugly when I try to wake up. Glag. My throat hurts. Where's my sense of proportion?
Bab's stupid question of the day: "what server uses a fish?"
My favourite statement of the day: "Barbara, you're singing"
Her favourite statement of the day: "oh, weird, that, isn't it?"