I just balanced my checking and bank books. I hate doing it, but now that it's done, I feel a little better. From there my mood, with any luck, will just go up.
I'm off to buy a soda. Nobody better molest me in the parking lot, yup yup yup yup. I look pretty god-awful, despite a lift in spirits. My pink jammies don't go with my blue robe, either, but fuck that shit. It's just a soda. Costs a dollar twenty-five now, and there's no Dr. Pepper. Oh, well, caffeine is good regardless.
Heh, I guess The Pixies help, too. Wish I'd thought of THAT earlier.
