It's after 1 a.m., so I suppose I can now say that yesterday was a bad day-- a very bad day.
I'll write about it soon, I hope; get it out in the open. It's a recurring problem; the beast just won't die.

I'm going to have some pine-orange-banana juice (m-mm) with a tad...make that 2 tads of vodka. Then I'm going to read some entries in the Faux Faulkner contest -- god, I love those, especially the football one (can't remember the title or author just now). It's a sad thing that the contest has gone the way of the Bad Hemingway contest -- phttt...gone. Still, there is the contest in which writers attempt to mimic Shakespeare.