I'm terribly glad the giant scratches on my arm from last Monday's strike are finally fading because it's always awkward to look like you're a cutter when you ride public transportation. (Thank you also, jacket weather.)
I want to crank out a repeat reading of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows before the Part 1 midnight showing next week, but I probably have too many more important things to do. (More important to do: sleep, eat, bake brownies, stage managery crap)
Excuse me, I have to fall asleep now.