Okay, I need to get out more. Yesterday I found myself watching attack of the killer donuts, not a good movie by any far stretch, but not as awful as it could have been. The point is, if I had somewhere to go, or someone to talk to, I might not have watched that garbage.
Still dealing with the whole, "hurry up and wait" thing, in regards to finding work. I've got applications in a few places, and all I can do is wait now. Same with the query letters I've sent to literary agents.
So, last night while I was laying down, vaping a bit and playing phone games before bed, the cat climbed up and got comfy. At some point, he decided that my face would look better with his paw on it.