I know it's not true. I know it's not the song that I should be singing, but when it was beaten into you over a long period, it's hard not to listen.
It's been a hard week. Hell, it's been a hard month. Year. Years. Where do I draw the line, or is line-drawing even feasible?
Tonight's festivities include laundry and packing. There are some specific things that I have to find to help make the weekend complete, and I'll probably need to stop at a hardware store again for sticky hooks for sybildiscontent's bondage thing, but other than that, it's a low-key night. There will be the bike, there will be critter time, and I can't forget to pick up some kitty food on the way home. And if there's time, maybe playing some Hitman: Blood Money, which is turning out to be wowsers difficult because it's so open-ended. Which I actually like, but holy crapoli, it's full of death-- usually mine.