Some day, I’ll get functional enough at removing the cap from the needle for my cat’s subcutaneous fluid injection that I won’t stab myself in the finger one out of every five to ten times. That day is not today. Ow.

Solving all my social media app insanity and angst by preordering two Bickford’s Big Apples for tomorrow morning. That’s four glorious meals of Dutch pancake, apple chunks, and an unhealthy amount of brown sugar coming my way.

Finally got around to installing Ivory, and thus feels like the post-Twitter iPad app I’ve been waiting for. Now to just, y’know, build out a healthy enough chunk of people to follow…

There’s reading a fairly intense fantasy novel, and then there’s committing to a full reread of all ten volumes of the Malazan Book of the Fallen.

Goddamn, I love Dvořák. No, not the keyboard layout, the composer.

It's awfully hard to motivate myself to do anything productive on a day when everyone else at work is on PTO. But dangit, I _want_ to be productive today! Maybe once I finish this book...

Hail, Caesar rewatch? Yes, Hail, Caesar rewatch.

I got lazy this weekend and decided to wait to do my regular "buy a bunch of bottles of an Australian ginger beer" runs 'til midweek...and boy, was that a mistake. I'd avoided Christmas parking hell for long enough to forget how unpleasant it can be.

I have decided that today is a Fiona Apple day.