First-Person Narrator

I'm feeling violently irritated with a whole bunch of people I don't even know, tonight. Rarr.

(none of you, dearest flist and assorted lurkers. You are all far too awesome to annoy me in this way)

I think I'll put some laundry in, have a nice cold Dew, and try to chill out.

How are all of you? Anyone have a particularly interesting day? The best part of mine was probably Esme excitedly showing me this weird "how to be a princess" book she has, while clad only in underpants, her hair sticking out all over her head in wild spikes, and with scabs on her knees from all the roughhousing she's been doing.

"When I'm a princess," she said, pointing to one of the pictures in the book, "I'll wear pretty dresses and my hair will be in ropes." ("rope" is what she calls a braid)

I'm sure she'd make a lovely princess, but I do hope that day never comes.

I sat for Esme tonight, and she was as entertaining as ever. But I'm not going to tell you about it now. That's because I've written over 15,800 words (on various projects) since Wednesday, and my wrists are going to actually fall off at any moment.

But to take the edge off, I'll give you a scan of part of a picture that Esme drew for me tonight. The colors didn't come out too well, unfortunately. Think hot pink and neon blue on orange, and you'll have the right idea.