Never has a piece of the internet captured my exact feelings so perfectly. Thank you, people who made this graphic, for making such a TRUE graphic. I heart it. I think I should print up a million of these and hand them to anyone who asks me my religion.
ETA: I'm pretty sure this image, which you can no longer see, had a picture of Joss Whedon, and it said, "He may be a bastard, but he's still God."
There is nobody online to talk to and I'm bored and not tired and it's almost two and I don't think I'm gonna get any sleep tonight because I'm wired from medicine for my cramps, but once that wears off I'll be kept awake BY my cramps, thus making it a horrible cycle.
I had a week to call this place to see if I would be able to sing at this festival thing.
I haven't done it, of course.
I really HATE calling people on the phone to request things. It's not like I don't want to sing at the festival, Ijust don't want to pick up the phone and call anyone about it.
Oh well.
Two of my cats are sleeping. They're really cute. Twinkie is on his stomach and stretched out, but he's lying on his front paws with his back paws sticking out and it's weird looking. He always was a strange little thing.
Does anyone know how to write a script for a shopping cart??? It'd be a good thing to know, I'm trying to learn but every tutorial I go to says, "Here, go to this OTHER tutorial." and I say, "OK" and go to the other tutorial wich says, "But if you REALLY want to do THIS, go to this OTHER tutorial" etc. ad infinitum.
It's an interesting experience not sleeping at all. I feel like this line from this Cake song that goes "Today is tomorrow, and tommorow's today, and yesterday is weaving in and out."
