Me of the Day

Current Mood: Surly.

Major Existential Crisis: It is 11am. Why the fuck am I awake??

Also: Why is the world a cruel joke? Why do I have seasonal allergies? What the hell is that buzzing noise?

Elaborate Plan to Solve All of Life's Problems: Move to Northwest Territories, where I will be employed as a medical liaison for a community of 75 people, and have no friends, and be plunged into eternal darkness for three months of the year (though there will be Northern Lights...pretty!), and my puppies will likely be eaten by a polar bear. That is my plan.

...Sorry. I was going to say more, but my puppies are humping each other, which totally broke my train of thought, and now I have to go.