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Tralala...
- Apparently I bruise easily? I have one on my arm that I know I got a week ago from hitting my arm on the cell phone holder thing in my pocket - it hurt, but not bad, and then BAM huge black bruise (well, now it's yellow/red/brown, but it WAS really black). There's another one on my leg that I do not recall getting which looks to be more recent than the first, and one on my shoulder that is also a mystery and is nearly gone. I apparently go through phases of this, though, where I get one bruise and it turns into like five scattered all over with no logical causes to them. Weird.
- I friggin' love watching the rain when I'm not at home. At home, rain = scary. Elsewhere, it's fantastic and I never want it to stop ever.
- I haven't been eating lately, by which I mean every day is spent at the library where there is no food, and every time I'm at home it's almost too hot to exist, let alone eat. So clearly I should be losing weight, right? Right.
- It's still freaking hot and I can't ever seem to sleep except during the afternoons, when it is not actually restful because it's not really sleeping, it's passing out because of melty brain death; plus I'm avoiding being home in the afternoons. So I catch like two/three hours around 9/10 on, and then am awake by 12am, 1am, and can't get back to sleep. It's annoying, and probably going to end bloody for someone who is not me.
- It is not yet Thursday.
- This laptop is trying to overheat on me, and I will have none of that nonsense! I don't really know what it's problem is, except that, okay, it's been on/running for four hours straight, and, yeah. Okay. So that makes sense. But but but it's not acceptable.
- Seems like every time I go to write Sam!POV I end up writing Dean!POV instead, which I find to be a lot easier to do. OR I end up writing completely-random-character!POV, which is annoying.
- Sam, Sammy, come back and let me write youuuu!
- I'm starting to notice a weird trend of crazy apathy in my life that's somewhere between "I really genuinely don't care" and "I don't want to care but I do", which is both awesome and scary. Awesome because it means that seeing my dad walking with his girlfriend last night barely registered on my scale of angst and woe, but scary because it's starting to extend to things like sound/media sometimes, when people get on my nerves and I'm nearing the point where I think if they push a little harder I'll just throw up my hands and say "okay, you do it, then" andandand that's not what I want.