Me: *Spends five minutes messing with the lights in the kitchen; eventually creates a really kick-ass chiaroscuro effect*
Grandpa: *Come in, turns on lights indiscriminately; completely effs up my masterpiece*
Me: *Dies a little on the inside*
See, this is why I need a life.
~~La Stranezza
P.S. Four posts till 400th. I think…The point is, I have a lot of posts. If you, like me, are trying to procrastinate against Camp NaNo, go read some of them. It’ll help, and hopefully confuse you enough that you’ll have lots of fodder for making shit up.
Combine an archive binge with sleep deprivation, and suddenly you’ve got yourself Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
Why did you comment that here? Don’t you know this bat country?!