So I was lying in bed, wondering what to do for the fiftieth part of this book, when I pretty much went "Welp"; then sat on my bathroom floor with a drawer and some paper and a pencil. This is a great example of why Frost's right hand should be insured.

Because nothing says left handed like an overly feminine squirrel weasel cat! :D

I cannot anything right now. Tired. Have on eaten some chicken today, and that's all. TIME TO GO SEE IF THE REFRIGERATOR HAS MAGICALLY RESTOCKED SINCE WHEN I CHECKED FIVE MINUTES AGO!

GIVE ME FEEDBACK