mental tenant, you're renting too much space in my head
Man, I'd forgotten how frenetic the Geek is.
I'm back to work. For anyone who was wondering...I am not in fact dead.
Closer than I liked to admit, frankly, how narrowly I avoided the hospital...but I'm bouncing back. I attribute the bounce-back primarily to taking a week off of lurking at the Geek, as well as massive head-burny doses of niacin.
I really need to find the flush-free version.
I am temporarily sweepingly in love with a boy on Second Life. See, lemmealone, this is why you need to get on SL--to save me from the stupid boys. On the plus side, he really likes hanging out in beautiful locales and cuddling for hours.
I really, really, REALLY like, I have decided, men who cuddle. :)
But...yeah. Stupid boy. :)
In other news, catdancer isn't doing so well. Suicidal ideation comes with the territory, and really doesn't fret me--it's the inability to walk some days that makes my mind want to scurry and hide. But she had an acupuncture treatment, and I'm trying to dig up that low-cost chiropractic clinic I found, so hopefully, we'll be able to get her treatment and finally figure out exactly what's going on. The acupuncturist wasn't able to tell her anything, save for her meridians are dysfunctional (no, really?), and there's more damage occuring.
New favorite singer--I need to find out more about her. She's Daphne Rubin-Vega, and so far, I flip "Mental Tenant" on repeat every time it cycles 'round. I'll post the song when I can. I'm finding it morbidly--and amusingly--relevant.
And it's really, really stupid, especially since encapsulate lives closer now, but I'm really missing hanging out with Encap in SL. :) I suppose it's only fair--joeyfalconetti gets to miss him nearly all the time, because he's been working such insane hours, he never sees her either. Argh.
And that's the haps, I gotta get back to label-making. :)
I'm back to work. For anyone who was wondering...I am not in fact dead.
Closer than I liked to admit, frankly, how narrowly I avoided the hospital...but I'm bouncing back. I attribute the bounce-back primarily to taking a week off of lurking at the Geek, as well as massive head-burny doses of niacin.
I really need to find the flush-free version.
I am temporarily sweepingly in love with a boy on Second Life. See, lemmealone, this is why you need to get on SL--to save me from the stupid boys. On the plus side, he really likes hanging out in beautiful locales and cuddling for hours.
I really, really, REALLY like, I have decided, men who cuddle. :)
But...yeah. Stupid boy. :)
In other news, catdancer isn't doing so well. Suicidal ideation comes with the territory, and really doesn't fret me--it's the inability to walk some days that makes my mind want to scurry and hide. But she had an acupuncture treatment, and I'm trying to dig up that low-cost chiropractic clinic I found, so hopefully, we'll be able to get her treatment and finally figure out exactly what's going on. The acupuncturist wasn't able to tell her anything, save for her meridians are dysfunctional (no, really?), and there's more damage occuring.
New favorite singer--I need to find out more about her. She's Daphne Rubin-Vega, and so far, I flip "Mental Tenant" on repeat every time it cycles 'round. I'll post the song when I can. I'm finding it morbidly--and amusingly--relevant.
And it's really, really stupid, especially since encapsulate lives closer now, but I'm really missing hanging out with Encap in SL. :) I suppose it's only fair--joeyfalconetti gets to miss him nearly all the time, because he's been working such insane hours, he never sees her either. Argh.
And that's the haps, I gotta get back to label-making. :)