Come hold my muffins.

So. Better day today, though I was still practically comatose for most of work. 12-3 pm is apparrently the Tori-walks-like-living-dead-time. Damn boss made me clean out the proofers, again, after I told him I'd already cleaned them out this week. But, you know, at least it woke me up. I'm tired of being tired all the time.
I've also decided that today I'm not going to practice my piano or work on my costume, for the first day in...well, probably a couple days, but it feels like it's longer. It's kind of sad that my piano's the first thing that suffers when I feel the need to take some time off for me. I never practice all that much anyway, and I did promise myself I'd practice today. (I don't see why I bother promising myself anything anymore, other than because I'm an idiotic optimist who thinks that one day, eventually, I might actually fulfill my promises. I never do. Well, maybe almost never.)
It's raining. I must say I like snow better, but we may not get any more now that the mandatory snow-before-Hallowe'en is over.
I might get my hair cut tomorrow! What I'm planning to get is shorter than usual, so I'll look more like a dyke better and less like Harry Potter in drag. Must be that Gryffindor scarf. I'm totally sick of my current hair. If it was a little longer, it would be a mullet. Not cool. Not cool at all.
Anyway, I'm off to go work on my comic, now that I've some free time.