Limbo

This evening would suck a lot less if one of my girls was here.

Instead, I get distractions of nebulous quality. Is this genius, is it simply torture? Why won't they let me shoot the gorram birds, or feed them to the octopus?

In other news: depending on if the mood strikes, you lot might get a real post later tonight. Wouldn't that be special?

Tuesday, June 20, 2006