Have discovered it's possible to love a character so much his death ruins the series for you.

A minor character who doesn't even show up in every book.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

Is it time for a struggle against paranoia-fuelled passive-aggressiveness?

Why, yes! Yes it is!

Is it time for fighting unfounded feelings of neglect and loneliness and being ignored?

I do believe it is!

Fuck you, brain.

Feeling emo.

Trying to avoid passive-aggression.

Hate November.

Want my mommy.

Don't expect much from me this month.

( November is evil. )

Tomorrow I will pamper myself.

Before class: a bath with a lush bath bomb.

A dress to class.

Seeing a counsellor after class.

"The Matrix" when I get him.

With dinner, one shot of Amaretto. No more booze other than that.

FOR dinner... well, I don't know. We'll see. Suggestions?