I'm at home, and my asthma is being a right bitch. It only really gets bad in Newcastle in the cold (and random times it decides to wake me up at night for an extra dose of STEROIDS OMG!) but here I remember why I carry my reliever round like my life depends on it. It's because my life does sort of depend on it.

That may be a little melodramatic, ( Read more... )

So I watched the end of Battlestar Galactica. I am rendered pretty much inarticulate. I'm torn between all-out maniacal laughter (which I went with for a while. My dad asked if it was a comedy ending. HAHA NO) and numb crying. The laughter feels better.

Luckily Dollhouse is rocking my world in other ways, so I don't have to be weird for too long. ( Read more... )

For the first time since I was a little kid, I'm actually looking forward to summer. I want to wear t-shirts and even skirts and sit out on the grass, reading a book, talking, maybe just being. And after this past winter, which was basically several months of feeling like I would never be warm again, I am ready for the warm weather. So yay spring!

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