funny how my mind has so much random crap to spew during the day and, in contrast, do a total one-eighty and completely withdraw during the evenings, weekends n holidays. further proof that me being by myself is not a good thing fer my state of mental health.

and, in other news, my shoes are disintegrating under my very feet. trust me. they are. and it's sad. they're my one comfy pair of enzo angiolinis and that sucks.

tonight, tonight will be a night of death and destruction. or just one very tired me. either or, or maybe both. :)P