The first draft of my short story for Fiction Writing was due today.  I made myself cry while writing it.  Well, to be accurate, I almost made myself cry as I planned it, and then when I wrote it, I really cried.  And now I'm crying again just thinking about it.

So that happened.

In other news, I had two bowls of Lucky Charms for breakfast.  So that was good.

Also, someone rescued my strawberry jam from the evil clutches of our freezer in the process of rescuing someone else's streaky bacon from the evil clutches of our freezer.  So I had some bread** and butter with jam to celebrate.*

But now I've cried myself into a headache (actually, I already a headache, but the ibuprofen isn't working because of the crying.)  So I'm going to go watch the Finder and hope the noise doesn't make my headache worse.  At least it shouldn't make me cry (which always makes headaches worse), as could likely happen if I were to read fanfiction.  So Finder then possibly nap it is. 

*Please note that during the rescue op and subsequent celebration, I talked to them.  Them being the boy who led the attack on our freezer and the boy with the streaky bacon.  I don't know their names (and probably couldn't recognize the freezer militia if I tried), but I did talk to them.  You may now commence "pride."

**Please also note that the presence of bread indicates that I went to the grocery yesterday.  I have food and most of it is healthy. 

The presence of milk for my cereal also indicates that I've been to the grocery.