Sort of sad tonight. The book-writing is dragging on beyond everyone's patience and Valentine's Day is all too near and... I don't know. I'm twenty-six years old and what the hell am I doing? It's one of those nights.
Oh, look. Screen Actors Guild Awards on tomorrow night. I wish I had time to do a recap. Maybe if elves finish Titanic for me while I sleep.
Aww! Someone sent me a present! Marked "confectionery"! (Mom: "Is it those Tim-Tam things?") But it totally wasn't! It was better! Who sent it?
Excellent timing, by the way. I don't know how long it sat in my PO box, but my mother went on a mail run and brought it to me while I was curled in bed throwing the world's biggest pity party for one. It made me feel better in the way that only 1) surprises and 2) mail can. Thank you so much!
OH SHIT I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE SAGS STUPID TITANIC.
ETA: Well, not stupid Titanic--I actually got some good work done on the first six pages, and the show looks really boring. I just hate looking up in the middle of something and realizing that I missed something else.
And yay Cate!
ETA 2: You know, maybe I'm depressed because I'm having to watch FREAKIN' TITANIC on an endless loop. And I don't mean that in a snarky way--in all seriousness, I am listening to people wail and scream and pray and die for two hours, over and over and over again. I have got to get through this so I can go back to laughing my ass off at Star Wars.