When this show closes, I'll stop putting splinters in my fingers from checking the stabbed side of the tabletop.

My job is weird.

I helped someone move this week (twice, sort of), so all I want to do is sit on my couch with a heating pad and watch foreign films I have in from the library. BUT! It's so beautiful out, in the way the top of autumn is extra welcome in Houston after the months and months (and months and...) of summer humidity, and for the first time in forever you *want* to sit in the sun.