I'm sitting at the bar area and thinking, "The Starbucks in You've Got Mail has a bar area too, and Kathleen Kelly was sitting there when Joe Fox came and rapped on the glass." Yes, if you're wondering, I am giler. And when I'm not feeling my best, I tend to draw comfort from my favourite things. In this case, my favourite movie.
I'm sleepy, even though I'm supposed to have had eight hours of sleep. I don't feel like dragging my sorry ass home today. I wonder, if things had been different, if I'd been enjoying an off day today like I'm supposed to, or if I'd woken up this morning without shortness of breath, would I be sitting here moping at all. But even Dumbledore doesn't know that, let alone aku. Ohwells. Updates later then.