14.1.08
Autosuggest
Today wasn't such a bad day. Yes, it was Monday, and yes, those other things I'm not mentioning in public were true, but it was still a fairly nice day. And why? Because I kept telling myself it was going to be a nice day. I spent most of the night before telling myself that, and most of the morning, but in the end, it worked. OK, OK, I popped a pink, too. I cheated a little. Sue me.
The only counterproductive thing was the sleepless night. When I got home, I didn't manage to stay awake for long, so the evening was wasted... But still.
But still. Maybe I should start repeating that, too.




