c'mon on get my love it's for youuuuu

No motivation today. Blah. One of those days where, between work and writing, I'm thinking hiding under the blankets is a better idea than attempting to do anything. Humanity, sometimes you make me sad. (Also: reading a bad story isn't like rape. Not even a little bit. It's like reading a bad story--an entirely voluntary act that you can stop at any time. The fact that such phrases are casually tossed around by people thinking they are being clever and witty makes me wonder once again why ignorance is always so much louder than knowledge and compassion.)


Way to bring everyone down, self. Maybe I should have a 90's En Vogue/Cathy Dennis/Expose dance party before my brother comes over to show off his adorable baby kitten? (Okay, some of it is late 80's).

And some rum balls. I should have some rum balls. (Eleven AM you say? Pish posh I say!)

Or I could be good and focus on at least finishing this scene of fluffy dragon/librarian fluffity fluff. Hmph.