I used to have a crush. It lasted about 5 days. Since then, I've been wandering around the planet in a green funk, no will to live.

Ok, that's mostly a lie. Having never been able to get past the "I have a crush" stage, I realise there is hardly any fodder here for me to spread about, on the area of my (non-existent) love life. Not for lack of offers, I suppose. But would the word, 'viable' fit in there somewhere? Of course. But I'm not telling, where.

Instead, it's the night before the reception for the art show I'm in, and I've still got nothing to wear. Or anything I've decided upon, I mean. The home front is a battlefield, one I'm all to familiar with and I have no allies coming over the hill to save me.

I hate when that happens.

It's almost as common as an unanswered email, which I also hate. I'm not sure why. One could picture the entire thing as a conversation, in which leaving in the middle of would be considered rude. Right? I'm not sure.

And also, pay no attention to this post. I'm somewhat giddy on Tylenol cold medicine and not enough (or too much) sleep. So, everything is swirling around in the "i dont care" part of my head.

Tomorrow will be interesting. At least, to an observer.