I feel sad like a Kathy cartoon today. This morning, after selecting a really pretty white blouse, I dumped my entire cup of coffee onto it on 81. It was too late to turn around, so I just spent the day vaguely damp and coffee-scented. When I ran out for food at work, my coworker asked me scornfully "Isn't it a little late in the afternoon for pizza?" I messed up almost everything I touched. My ankles and feet are adjusting to my new running shoes, and that is leading me to do a lot of suddenly falling over when I take a wrong step and the muscle spasms. Facebook wishes me a happy best friends day.

Speaking of friends, this weekend was something. Going to Lynchburg on a good day is like getting kicked in the stomach.

One good thing is that I bottled up some meads tonight to show off at homebrew. Since I needed to call them something other than their charming working names of Nithavellir Honey and Goblinspunk for the general populace, I elected to label them Blood and Bones. Blood is sweet blood orange, pale pale sunrise orangey pink. Bones is dry orange with graveyard violets, very very clear and nice nose. To my surprise, I actually like them. They taste like something I would voluntarily drink, even buy myself. I guess this is all a process, but it was encouraging to see after so many abject failure batches. They'll always be goblin-themed to me.

I don't know, okay. That's probably all I have right now.