So today generally sucked. Sucked a LOT. Not that anything terrible happened, I just felt queasy all day and... good things DIDN'T happen.

Plus, I've always been super-proud of my dorkness. I know I'm cool, in my own way. I'm cool because I do what I like and like what I want. Never before have I actually encountered a real standard of cool. But I'm not cool, am I? Not by the common standards. And that hasn't bugged me.

But now, I suddenly WANT to be cooler. No, not to the point that I'm going to straighten my hair, buy eyeliner, and start planning my outfits, it's just a passing want. Still.

In conclusion, my day sucked. And so I made soup. And banana bread. And salad. It was very therapuedic. Still... ugh. I'm still getting queasy. Nerves I guess. My nerves are SHOT.