1.
So I've been in a comprehensively foul mood these past few days. This morning I got the idea into my head that I could fix everything by reading the Johannes Cabal books, which really does not make a whole lot of sense. "You know what would brighten my day? EVIL." Seriously, self? (I don't even own the first two, so it's not like I can act on this. I suppose I will continue going around scowling vaguely into the distance until matters in general become less abhorrent to me. Ha ha ha because that'll happen.)
2. I have to go to a doctor tomorrow. I have had the symptoms for so long I don't even remember what they are; they have been the status quo for years, and suddenly I've basically been told that my respiratory nonsense is annoying and inconveniencing the family so make it go away. I'm trying to remember if there was ever a time in my life when I had less respiratory nonsense, and if so, which kinds of respiratory nonsense came on most recently. My inability to answer these questions is only decreasing my enthusiasm for the prospect of seeing a doctor, AND MY ENTHUSIASM WAS ALREADY NIL. There is so very much about this that I do not like.
3. I wrote some terrible
Canas fic.
4. I MADE IT TO TURN 11 AND THEN I COULDN'T GET VOLUG OUTSIDE BOYD'S RANGE, WHYYYYY.