I really don’t have much to say tonight, which is okay. I think. I don’t know. I’m kind of sorting through some stuff in my head and it’s a little private, what’s up in my brain, and when I’m thinking I tend to clam up. So that’s a thing that I do that makes me kind of rubbish at writing because it’s all instant writer’s block up in here the second I need to sort something out in my head. It’s pretty bad news.
In better news, though – DST! And I went to the gym today on a Saturday when I had no other errands of my own free will and everything. And Doctor Who didn’t suck nearly as much as I thought it would. And there’s kitties in my life.
e-m-j. 