...for some reason my Abyss merchandise guide imploded and now all the lists look like this. I'm at a loss on what to do about it. Is a decent website service that much to ask for ( Read more... )

WELL. I am hereby banned from drinking soda first thing in the morning after passing out for the third time since October. Thankfully dad was around when it happened. He said it sounded like I was gasping for breath after keeling over, so yeah. I'm a screwball. :D;

( Not reality, actuality! Yeah, too much Smoking Gun Presents. )

It's getting to be fairly obvious to me that unless a comment has some sort of super-shiny, crinkly quality similar to a cat toy going for it, I have a very hard time focusing long enough to form a decent reply. I'm trying though.

This leads me to the next interesting tidbit. My blood test results came back and ( the winners are...! )

Aaaaand apparently "getting to comments in a bit" equates to "falling asleep within an hour or two of posting. And not finishing my post for days a week.

( From the 8th. Don't feel like rewriting it. )

Getting around to comments soon, since it doesn't look like I'll be sleeping for a while yet despite the fact I need to be up and out the door at six-thirty this morning. All in the name of SCIENCE blood work. I AM ELATED, LET ME TELL YOU. We've got flat TVs and planes that break the sound barrier, yet if they need to check my that fun stuff, I ( Read more... )

F-locked the previous entry since I really don't need my death threats displayed for all the world to see, now that my chest has stopped hurting. And, y'know, just in case something does happen to her. Heh ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to think I'll be playing catch-up on comments forever with how I can't seem to finish one without starting two more. This is a good kind of fail, I think, so long as I don't give up on stuff. 8|;

Now for that wonderful real update: ( This got really long. wtf. )

Instead of Everything Reminds Me of My Therapist, everything reminds my of my cat. I was doing okay today until I set the groceries down out in the kitchen; Salem would always be right there to inspect the bags, looking for whatever smelled appealing. When there wasn't any black kitty to shoo away, I just teared up. Me and this box of tissues are ( Read more... )

( Better Than It Sounds meme! )