Okay, Amethyst and I went to the movie alone. Slate decided to stay home. Movie was great, though. About what I expected, since I'm literate. And have read the book. Slate doesn't read. So he won't know what's coming...fool man. For more than that reason, of course.
Anyway, I'm still lonely and pathetic, as per usual. Maybe the happy drugs are kickin' in because I seem not to care as much right now as I usually do. Although it WOULD be nice to have a quick scrogg before bed...
But I have to wake up in four hours anyway. More stupid doctors and such. Way too early if you ask me.
Laters