Apr. 26th, 2010
Well, today is just fucking awful. Yay for stupid We-Cannot-Accept-That-Form-After-All bureaucratic fuckwittery plus the joy of having to make large payments to cack-handed service providers who keep losing all your details, all lovingly topped off by a massive professional kick in the teeth.
On the plus side, it is so crap I feel utterly entitled to spend this evening 1) drinking and 2) writing Sherlock Holmes fanfiction and not even trying to do anything useful.
Why does the whole "art as THERAPY" nonsense actually kind of WORK when it's fanfic and not for stuff I'm actually SUPPOSED to be working on?