Today, I noodle about, run some prints and errands, and kill time until I get a filling this afternoon. Woo, fillingness. Yay.
Annnnd...it's October. Crimony, this year has gone by fast. I really hope that this isn't a function of age, and that every year until my eventual death does not streak by with increasing speed, or else by sixty, I'll go to sleep off New Year's partying, and wake up in mid-April. Ooof.