And no, that's not for National Talk Like a Pirate Day--that was Monday. I celebrated it to its fullest, but no time for "a mug 'o grog 'n walkin' the plank" today. I'm in a writing mood...

Four years, thought Kate with a shameful shake of her head. Could anyone possibly breathe with their head stuck under the stand for that long? Apparently I could, she thought, letting her head hang limp, defeated. I'm supposed to be smart--I should have known better. He made me feel empowered, when what I should have been feeling (if I had any common sense), was foolish. She wanted to beat her head against the door for being so naive and infantile as to hold someone in such high esteem when it was obvious he did not hold her to the same! It dawned on her, with alarming clarity, that Ken O'Neill did not give a damn about her, and was never going to be there when she needed him (or was delusional enough to think she did). For the moment, she settled on taking all the rage that made her want to smash the mirror (or possibly Ken)to tiny bits out on a pillow lying nearby. Already Kate felt sorry for that pillow.

Feeling: pissed off
Hearing : Under the Milkyway- Church