1. Well, I've reached the pinnacle of my writing career, and now I can retire and never write anything more complicated than "patient stated 'urp' and upchucked green fluid." I've been Called to the Joshtin Archives. Proud, man. Proud.
Except that I've only ever written one JuC and really, it was trickyfish, too, and oh, well. Whatever. Whee!
2. I have a futon! Embarrassed to say I'd almost stopped believing. But there it is, a pad on my bedframe, and tonight I'll be sleeping high up in the sky, or actually about a foot off the ground. It'll be weird. I'm just glad the thing finally got here before I move out in a few weeks.
EveryDAY. That's what I'm talking about.
4. And actually, Chris with a tailwhip reminds me that I need to get writing up in herrrre, so bye.