Uuuuugh, NaBloPoMo, do I hafta?
I have now stared at that last line for twenty-six solid minutes.
OH MAN NABLOPOMO IT’S TWENTY-FIVE FURTHER MINUTES LATER AND SOME MAJOR SHOW-RELATED SHIT HAS GONE DOWN BUT I CAN’T TELL YOU ABOUT IT RIGHT NOW. Dramarama, y’all. Drama. Rama.
Well, I think this entry is beyond salvageability at this point. So, uh, have this picture of me in crazy stage-makeup about to be slashed to death by a cat, I guess:
She…is having none of me and my iSight camera. Absolutely none. Bless. Bless her ornery feline heart.