crankypants

I’m wearing them. The crankypants. It’s funny how I was all peachy just under 48h ago, but after a long, long, looong day at the carnival yesterday, 600+ images and the discovery of a forgotten card reader I’m not all juice anymore. I just want to go home, grab my card-reader and perform some image editing therapy on myself to relax. Then perhaps read a book.

Ponder of the day:
Why do random people keep trying to add me as a friend on Facebook? Who are they? What do they want? And why don’t they at least send a message along with the request to explain themselves? Why?

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