Not that it matters much.
I had things I was going to talk about.
I remember almost none of them.
Vaguely, I recall wanting to talk about how yesterday went. Good news: no parents, no Chuck, so I got time to read and listen to Locals Only.
Bad news: immediately after, I crashed for four hours. As in, slept basically a full night between 10 and 2. Where I woke up. And went to bed past 7, not because I was tired, but because I had counseling today and knew I also needed a shower. That second sleep, also 4 hours, taking me to 11:30 or thereabouts. So I only got...one and a half days worth of reading done.
I'm beginning to think the idea of me commenting on all those comics and the idea of me having a chance of doing anything else in my day are mutually exclusive. It's difficult to so much as hold ground, yet alone, gain it. Especially since tonight's going to be my art night...as soon as I figure out what to blog about on my work blog. Been having some terrible writer's block there.