You can’t make me.
I’ll sit on this sofa in a sheet for weeks, do you hear me? I already wrote half my paper journal entry for the day, and I have correspondence to write, and I spent all day learning how to do things in Photoshop and Dreamweaver, neither of which I have ever fucked around with before, because I never had copies of expensive software to mess with. I think I might be in love. Well, with Dreamweaver. Photoshop and I have far to go.
I have a round or more of half-finished posts in my head, one of which is about the new Sherlock, but today, this is what you get.