Still totally bummed about my lamo crappy feeling weekend. And today I feel great, all full of bright and shiny energy. I know that if I were to walk into my craft room I would have the whole thing clean and orderly before Mr. Darcy's utterly charming "i love, i love, i love you."
But I decided today that The Prequel is going back to work with me today. It just feels right, and that's always how I know.
Another short post. There's a slice of cold pizza in the fridge calling my name.