The slog continues.
A gaggle of teenage girls, feverishly reinventing themselves on the ceiling, all night, presented me with the opportunity to work until dawn.
So I've almost finished my theory assignment, which is kind of groovy,
In a gutted, train-wreck sort of way.
I hereby give thanks for pumpkin bread and especially strong coffee,
Without which, for sure, I would not have made it through the morning without tearing off somebody's head and eating it, just for fun.
