Damning With Faint Praise Much?

I solemnly swear I will put my economic stimulus check to good use: savings!

This only works if the banks don't break, of course. I'm sorry, but this "economic stimulus" thing looks like the utter BS to me, and seeing people do stupid things makes me question fundamentals like "bank runs are a thing of the past".

Fortunately, Artomatic is cheap - well, to get in the door - and is going be one of the things that makes May worth living. Art, yay!

Today wasn't impossible, but it was wearing. This may help explain why my roommate thinks I'm pissed at him; he seems to have mistaken me for an extrovert. (Okay, I probably am a little ticked at him, mostly because he keeps trying to talk to me at eleven at night.) This would also explain why I have to deliver "please go away now" messages in neon.

Now I'm going to retire to bed with buttershots and books, because I have 70 pages of The Sharing Knife: Passage left and you don't, nyah it's been shockingly not-obnoxious. Fawn's still a little too precious and plucky to live, and I still find Dag and Fawn's choices strongly reminiscent of teenage shenanigans, but everything other than the protagonists hangs together more enjoyably than I expected.

Oh drat, no idea what I'm wearing tomorrow. Booze after clothes.