Fail

I completely failed at life yesterday. No dinner, no Dresden Dolls show, no dear friends seen, no nothing. I tried, but every time I thought of getting in my car and making myself go to these simple and pleasant events, I kept picturing:

(A) the car totaled, me looking like that poor Porsche Girl (which I don't know that I recommend Googling, not even so much because of the extreme gore -- I can look at gore -- but more due to the horrible things people have said about her), and probably several other innocent drivers dead and mutilated as well.

(B) me lost somewhere in Wyoming or another equally unknown place, as per yesterday's entry. I even had the damn dream last night, just from mentioning it here.

Or maybe a combination of the two.

I've been sitting here for ten minutes trying to think of a slightly more positive way to end this entry. Well ... I've got three cats on me and a bong beside me. Sorry, that's as good as it gets today.