Yesterday started off like some kind of nuclear-meltdown-fail-erpillar but by the end of the day had magically meta-morphed into an all-devouring butterfly of crystallized awesome. Man, I don't even care if that metaphor doesn't make sense; it was rad and I am tired and happy.
I have a plateful of things to do today, but my dessert is sweet, sweet Skyrim. Did I mention I am quite sleep deprived? It is really my only excuse for these metaphors (and, apparently, my spelling).
ALSO NEW PONY:
Here is a handy rule of thumb to determine whether you currently exist in a meritorious layer of the multiverse: does coffee exist*? If yes then fucking awesome.
*Within a given quantity. If nothing but coffee exists in your multiverse then you probably have more pressing (HA!) concerns, like breathing.
ENOUGH POST SILLINESS: NOW COFFEE.
