Someone kill me, please. I was telling my mom about Chuck Palahniuk's most recent book (that I've been reading when I need a break from Naked Lunch - yeah, the things I do to my brain) and I said, "It's cool the way he writ it." Now, I don't know if that's exactly how you spell the word, but I'm assuming so. I just, there's no excuse. None at all. ( Read more... )

Am feeling quite a bit better today, certainly a lot less stressed. I sat down and pounded out my English paper this morning, and surprisingly it only took three hours. My brain might be pudding, but that's okay. Hopefully it's chocolate. I am, however, pretty sure my good mood is either a result of a) watching Walking with Dinosaurs while I ate ( Read more... )

Grandma Update: She's here. Here as in downstairs, in the living room, watching Survivor in her wheelchair. Which is a thing of the good, I think. The hospital didn't ship her off to a nursing home, but we took her to one today, since my cousin who she'd been living with before the heart attack says he can't take care of her. I find this very ( Read more... )

Am alive. Am not, however, in good shape. The skin on the back of my heels is basically nonexistent, it has been replaced with open wounds that may or may not be oozing pus. My shoulders feel like they might be strained, I have a bruise at the bend of my knee that hurts anytime I move my leg, and my back is giving out. So, I'm in pretty fucking bad ( Read more... )