And lo and behold! Someone getting of the train at my station dropped it onto the bench in the station.
it is time to Get the Scissors. Done!
There was a note from Mom wanting me to clean my stuff away. Where in the fuck am I supposed to put all this stuff?
Anyways, the time with charleniehead and last_soldier at the Museum of Sex was very interesting. So that was joyous.
I have nothing else to say. How very like me.