Blargh, I am still ignoring what's wrong because I'm still in the If-I-Talk-About-It-I-Might-Cry stage--I didn't think I was, but then I had to tell Mom about last night, and it was suddenly like walking the plank toward the big fat ocean that is snotty heaving tears.
You guys are so awesome, though, and distracting me from dealing with shit until I feel better equipt to deal with it, and yeah, YEAH, guys, I realize this might not seem like a healthy and mature way of handling my ~feelings~ but it feels like what I need right now, so thank you.
In better news, Nate just called Eliot "The CRIME DOCTOR," and my Without a Clue flashbacks are heady and dizzying and lovely in the best way. *____________________*
Also, I keep hanging out on the
flea post and just giggling inappropriately at everything. Ilu.
P.P.P.S. SORRY! I meant to say this earlier, but THANK YOU THANK YOU to
pennyplainknits ,
yggdrasilian ,
amnoturmonkey and
locknkey for the virtual smooches! *MUAH* bbs! :D