Monday, May 21, 2012
I'm tired. I'm stupid. I'm having occasional inexplicable moments of murderous rage at trivial things. (OK, not that I'd actually murder anyone. Or even yell at them. But, you know.) I ate chicken and ice cream that Himself got for me while I was gone. Himself is not the target of the murderous rage. I like Himself.
OK, that's not much of a post. But I was getting all writers-blocky. So here it is.
Image: By Sfeol. Wikimedia Commons.