Pizza makes everything better.
heck yeah it does.
So the thing is, I’ve been working on this ‘graphic novel’ thing for so long that it kind of became this super personal thing that is deeply complicated and hard to explain but I literally just figured out how it ends and I don’t know what I’m doing anymore because on the one hand oh my god that would be perfect in so many ways but on the other hand I am just dfiugepbfsljdbvlsjdbfh how can I do that to my characters I am a bastard.
I have the most horrific headache to ever be inflicted on a human being and the power cord for my laptop has officially shat itself. it’s dead, Jim.
I have less than an hour of battery left.
so now I have to spend upwards of $70 on a new power cord tomorrow so I can write up my research essay on Hamlet and an assignment on gender studies terminology.
I’m actually really worried that nobody will ever fall in love with me.
It has to be this way…
that’s it. i’m declaring war on telstra.