I should be happy, because my 14th birthday is on Wednesday, because Halloween is on the 31st, because NaNoWriMo starts shortly afterwords.
But I'm not. In fact, I'm sort of somber. And tired.
Mostly because I watched 30 Rock last night, the one where Kenneth confesses that he ate his role model (which is a pig, by the way) in a pork eating competition.
I'm also feeling sad for my fellow writer Avi, whose dog Kenaii was pretty much stolen from them a few days ago. The person who stole him has chained Kenaii in her backyard.
And also, because I made cheese the other day, and it didn't stretch like it was supposed to. I'm a failure!