my horrible day

I woke up late. I lost my good dream when I woke up. I'd eaten all the fried rice, so there was only eggs for breakfast. I had two jolting crappy developments on my project when I got to work that made me want to say, Fuck it, YOU do the game. I haven't had time to process Sunday's Hamlet or housesitting. One of my friends is making more in stock this year than I am in salary. Kipley is loving his puppet show and making great progress and, with my finishing this acting lab, I AM NOW DOING NO ART AT ALL.