So remember how I said I was going to sit outside yesterday? I forgot that I haven't been in the sunlight for extended periods of time for...oh...months. Now I'm sort of an angry mauve in some spots and whitish-pink(my normal color) in others. I would take a picture to demonstrate, but my camera has finally given out. Oh well.
This whole weekend has been a farce. A farce, I tell you! If by "farce" you mean "a boring series of repeated actions, such as staring at books, writing long and ambiguous sentences about the funeral of Queen Elizabeth, and feeling unspeakable guilt while looking at Judith Butler's Excitable Speech. With interludes of MemeCats and Spider Solitaire."
Perhaps it's a good thing I didn't decide to become a comedic playwright. Because that farce doesn't sound very funny.
This whole weekend has been a farce. A farce, I tell you! If by "farce" you mean "a boring series of repeated actions, such as staring at books, writing long and ambiguous sentences about the funeral of Queen Elizabeth, and feeling unspeakable guilt while looking at Judith Butler's Excitable Speech. With interludes of MemeCats and Spider Solitaire."
Perhaps it's a good thing I didn't decide to become a comedic playwright. Because that farce doesn't sound very funny.
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