Straight No Chaser

Ull

my calves are killing me, from yesterday's gosling-walk.

there's semen in my hair. this is depressing only because i'm too tired to wash it, and even though i'm really not opposed to the idea of letting it wait till tomorrow, something, possibly my sense of physical decency, is telling me i should do it tonight.

i have to start off this contest with some sort of entry, it seems, and i haven't the faintest idea what to write. unless i use my idea from this afternoon, which was really stupid and irritating even to just think about, so i can only imagine how people would tuh at it once they'd read it. i won't.

i have the house to myself, and i'm too sleepy to even enjoy it.