I've already apologized for the pathetic pun of a title, so I'm not going to do that again. Tonight is one of those weird nights where nothing is going right, and Fall Out Boy seems like decent music and voting for Elvis for president seems like a logical life decision. One of those. Sigh.
I finished the base of my cover and bound all of my pages together. I still have to do more on the cover, but I don't think that's an appropriate activity to engage in while humming Sugar We're Going Down.