Done yesterday
2009-02-27 07:25 amA very long, mostly very boring day, which is exactly what one wants when a family member is going in for surgery. I had the notion that I was relatively calm, but the contrast in mood after I actually heard that things had gone well, and again when I went in to see her, was noticable.
I'm feeling perversely gleeful about having written a parody of "The Owl and the Pussycat" about a couple of my friends. They'll probably kill me.
I was very disappointed about having to go to bed so early, both yesterday and the night before. I needed the time, damnit.