Oh, the Bitter Shame

Well I have officially commenced my reading week, or more accurately, reading days. We don’t have much homework, though, so in an ideal world, I’d finish it all tomorrow, kick back and relax. But that never happens, now does it?

Today I had my ten-year-old hair up in sweet little French braids. And I was thinking how this would give me such extreme joy: I wish they could somehow know. Yes. I wish that the guys that I massacre on battle.net could know that the person who just decimated them was in sweet French braids and listening to Chiyo-chan happily sing ‘Sekai wa Neohappy’ (a song that would make teacup chihuahuas howl in the agony of their comparative un-cuteness). Oh, the shame. Oh, the bitter, bitter shame.

Next Thursday I’m going to Sundog with Roslyn so we can finish this insipid interview someone in the industry assignment. It’s going to be great to have that thing done, that’s for sure.