hyenahell

It's utterly nasty outside. And I'm tired. I haven't had much to say recently. Well, that's a lie; I'll rephrase: I haven't had anything nice to say lately. As I get older I get quieter- or rather, better at biting my tongue. I imagine one day I'll just stop talking all together.

I should get dressed and go to work. Sorry about the update before/without replying to journals. Makes me feel like an ass. That's all.