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I think the way my mind processes things just serves to prove that I am a terminal optimist.

Case in point: I had what is arguably the single worst hour of my entire life this morning, between nine and ten AM.

My view? At least my life cannot get much worse.

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Unrelatedly, Spence: sorry for calling you at work. What is up with all you people and your jobs? Seriously now...

I'm gonna go home and curl up in bed with something fattening and read Good Omens or something. Ta.

~Sor
MOOP!

(Also, NTS: Pain, ankles, being butch, "as long as it's still functional, it's not broken", and wounded pride.)

Elaboration, also, SCIENCE MUSEUM!

( So, worst hour ever? )

BUT! Day became instantly better because I was in the Boston museum of SCIENCE!
Which is a science musuem, and therefore bitchin'.

( Z'ohmg, squee! )

In short, day could easily have started better. And it would've been nice to have someone to wander with --I'm not especially close to very many of my classmates, and so I did most of the exploring on my own. (Anyone want to go to the science museum sometime?) But overall, it was a pretty good day, and I enjoyed myself.

~Sor
MOOP!

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Hokay.

Dear ankle: Suck it.
Dear everything else that is upsetting me right now: Suck it.

I have entered a happy-bubble. Because, holy fucking shit, Still Alive is coming to Rockband!!!!!!

I don't think I've smiled this frigging much since...well...heh. A while, at least.

GLEE!!

~Sor