Running around today and contemplated Adult Things.
ransomed my car from the mechanics. It smelled funny, like it looked like my car, but it really wasn't my car. Like it was a convincing facsimile, down to the trash on the floor and the origami balloon the fanboy made for me.
I don't know why grown-up things always give me such a mental ulcer. I am trying not to whine, but to Take Action, instead. Is that what grown-ups do? Not sure.
Dragging my uncooperative corpse to an Networking Event tonight. I am hoping to meet nice potential employers, Smile Big and Appear Artsy, yet Proficient, Inspiring, Yet Organized. I am bringing my Resume.