Other than that, all I have to say tonight is, why am I still awake? I’m feeling quite low. It’s evident that Lily has pinkeye, which will necessitate an hour and a half excursion to the doctor, as they no longer just take my word for it (or anyone’s; it’s not like I’m some sort of pinkeye boy who cried wolf).
It’s like a giant, ugly conspiracy to keep me from writing.
Which I’m evidently a part of, as here I am, not writing. This doesn’t count.