Tired, but Not Hungry While at Home Wanting to Sleep
Darth Tater's stare is scaring me after having my squinty eyes glued to the screen for hours. I'm tired, but my sleep's all messed up again which I'll blame on med reduction; it'll be about three weeks for my brain chemistry to readjust, so here's to hyper insomnia on the ever hopeful end to the Zoloft Invasion! Luckily, none of this "realignment" phase coincides with anything signifigantly stressful unless it's tech drama. Worse news is that I lost my wee iPod Shuffle somewhere out there. Worser, Old Printer was so not going to jive with being made to live with Vista, so it's off with him to Sister's. Her house has lots of other plans, plots, and schemes like making me Auntie Sansenmage sometime in the next two years; well, go ahead, but I won't enjoy any niece(s) and/or nephew(s) until they'd be more than shit and spit machines especially if the [natural] twins card plays it dirty hand because I gag so easy at loud smells. Now perhaps I should consider sleep, but I'm still really annoyed by the computer being down at 382 GBs because of damned Windows Updates. Oh, and Darth Tater's now staring at Spiderspud, but plushie Sesshomaru's looking wicked mad as if he doesn't like me even thinking about Sesshomaru/Jaken.