doesn't turn up the kind of result you were looking for. Like, really. What kind of fucked up day is that? Did a shit-ton of work for Spun today, thank god. That feels good. Didn't get any writing done on Meat, and I'm starting to think that Scrivener is a terrific tool for doing everything but getting the book written. I seriously have character sketches of squirrels, panoramas of asphalt, and no words on my draft. Fuck. I should be writing screenplays, eh?
And money didn't work out the way it was supposed to this month. And the pharmacy fucked things up, so drugs didn't work the right way this month either. In general, March has been Ick. We have rain, not spring. We have sideways rain instead of pollen and flowers. The cherry trees are going to get destroyed.
I am going to go cry in a bowl of The Fourth Kind. Milla always makes me happy in a special way.