Belladonna and Absinthe

So here I sit, alone in my apartment, watching a depressing show about how a bunch of people died today. I would throw away the TV if it were not for the fact that you can play video games on it.

At least the jingoistic rhetoric is dying down from years ago. However, it is still depressing.

I expect that this day won't ever be for me again. And yes, I am an awful person for thinking that.

Is typical, no calls from mom or anything. I guess they are upset that I don't have a "real job" yet.
As is typical. Got some emails from friends and the coven, perhaps next year I'll try to arrange a dinner mob.

Perhaps next year i'll have a boyfriend to arrange a dinner mob for me. Blah.

Time for music and a nap.