My life is a long series of headaches and essays about Japanese transvestites that I can’t finish on time. Or maybe I just can’t remember back very far, I don’t know.
I’m at home, alone, because my family is uhhhh… basketball… and oh god this puppy is just dumb. And I have to carry the keyboard around with me because there is only one in the house, but two computers, both of which I need.
Here is a picture of a book with a plan of some sort.