Two weeks at the beach left me with lots of arts and stuff, and so tonight (and hopefully tomorrow) I'll be dumping them. Because I am tired from work*, sticky and hot from no air-conditioning, and hungry from not feeding myself, I'll be abstaining from my usual self-critique. I'm sure you'll all be horribly devastated (only not), but I'm simply too lazy to force myself to do it, so there.
Or something.
I dunno. I need to go to bed.
*Road corn. No, seriously. Corn, in a truck with umbrellas, on the side of 31. All day. You'd be tired too.