Open mic last night was fun, but I ended up staying much later than I should have. So now I'm tired, and the weather certainly didn't make it any easier to get out of bed. And I'm just slightly too efficient, it seems, as I've already finished the work that was given to me this morning. There's probably more coming later, but at the moment I've nothing to do.
Last night at Perk, I looked at myself and decided that I looked like a fictional character. A fictional character, no less, who was Trying Too Hard. I was wearing distinctive shoes (bright green Chuck Taylors), distinctive glasses, and a distinctive top (a bright red old KGB t-shirt). I was perched on a shelf instead of on a chair, I was carrying a purse that I made out of a shoebox, and I was playing with a yo-yo. Erica said that if she was writing me, she would change at least one element- probably the shirt- but that since I was a real person, I could get away with it. This somehow led to a discussion on pants made out of neckties, and deciding that they would be fastened on the side by a clip-on fake Windsor Knot.
Tonight it is vital that I clean Pi's home. He is a stinkhamster, and there's only one way to deal with that.
