teleute

Well, I'm mostly awake again, after coming home at half past three this morning. I'd gone to a small party, and stayed a bit longer than I planned, which was promptly rewarded by having to scrape the ice off my windshield.

Still, I met a friend I hadn't seen in almost a year. It occurred to me that she would make a perfect suicide girl: pretty, unconventional, and a sweet face. Of course, I didn't tell her that. People tend to look at you funny .