hold on, this is gonna hurt like hell
This one will make you die a little inside. Don't say I didn't warn you. And don't come to me whining that your brain lost valuable cells for operation. I said die a little inside, I meant that!
Truism of the day: You can't have manslaughter without laughter." So very true...
Gummy haggis.
YOU HEARD ME, gummy HAGGIS. AAAAAAAAGH!
The most disturbing Hallows prop EVER. I'd tend to agree. EWWWWW.
(The above three from pauldrake. And EWWWW. Needed to be said again.)
I don't know if I'd want to come home to this. And I like girls. (Very probably NSFW.)
Haven't been around in a bit. Brief explain: wrists shot out beginning of this week, right now, right is coming back to true, left is still...pretty much gone. If I don't push it, keep it wrapped, keep it warm...take more painkiller than I want...I can type if I concentrate and hold my speed to around 80-90 wpm. I'm going so slooooow.
But it happens, I know it happens, it's a flare-up, we'll get through it.
We got a box of a ton of supplements--she found a sale--from neogabi, so we have more of nearly everything. Apparently some higher-dose specialties are being put together by sphynxcatvp and will be out soon-ish.
Apparently people want us alive for some reason.
Heh, no, don't answer that, I know.
Middle child is getting worse, not better, and we're not sure how long things are going to last. Not in terms of, we're in danger of losing the home--at least, yet--but in terms of, he's steadfastly pushing everyone, and day by day, he's refusing any help, any support, any obedience to parental or other authority. I'm beginning to understand why children with ODD get worse, not better, until their twenties or so. (Wherein, the ODD either 'lets go' with the next hormone surge, or they're dead or permanently behind bars, already, so it doesn't matter.)
Other than that, y'know, busy with the business of existing with ow. And onward we go.
Truism of the day: You can't have manslaughter without laughter." So very true...
Gummy haggis.
YOU HEARD ME, gummy HAGGIS. AAAAAAAAGH!
The most disturbing Hallows prop EVER. I'd tend to agree. EWWWWW.
(The above three from pauldrake. And EWWWW. Needed to be said again.)
I don't know if I'd want to come home to this. And I like girls. (Very probably NSFW.)
Haven't been around in a bit. Brief explain: wrists shot out beginning of this week, right now, right is coming back to true, left is still...pretty much gone. If I don't push it, keep it wrapped, keep it warm...take more painkiller than I want...I can type if I concentrate and hold my speed to around 80-90 wpm. I'm going so slooooow.
But it happens, I know it happens, it's a flare-up, we'll get through it.
We got a box of a ton of supplements--she found a sale--from neogabi, so we have more of nearly everything. Apparently some higher-dose specialties are being put together by sphynxcatvp and will be out soon-ish.
Apparently people want us alive for some reason.
Heh, no, don't answer that, I know.
Middle child is getting worse, not better, and we're not sure how long things are going to last. Not in terms of, we're in danger of losing the home--at least, yet--but in terms of, he's steadfastly pushing everyone, and day by day, he's refusing any help, any support, any obedience to parental or other authority. I'm beginning to understand why children with ODD get worse, not better, until their twenties or so. (Wherein, the ODD either 'lets go' with the next hormone surge, or they're dead or permanently behind bars, already, so it doesn't matter.)
Other than that, y'know, busy with the business of existing with ow. And onward we go.