Well...crap.
I've hit a stage in between everything where I'm irritable and uncomfortable, and I specialize in being contrary. I'm anemic, I'm dehydrated, and no, drinking water doesn't help, as I choke on the blasted stuff. How's that for messed up, eh?
I don't even know if I'm going to get to see Silent Hill with Kim this weekend. She refuses to get her phone fixed (it's permanently on the fritz, dead battery, etc), so I can't get in touch with her, which defeats the purpose of the blasted thing in the first place. Go figure.
The itching sensation along my forearm is driving me mad. The headache is also maddening, as it reduces my horrendously small attention span to zero. So there is one rather irate gimp chibi who is trying not to devour her computer monitor and actually behave, for the greater good of humanity. Even though all she wants to do is rip things to shreds, scream, throw a general tantrum, then go lie down and hope all the aching, throbbing bits would just go the spork away. Or fall off. Which is also beginning to sound appealing at this point.
Mmmm, brains. I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!
I don't even know if I'm going to get to see Silent Hill with Kim this weekend. She refuses to get her phone fixed (it's permanently on the fritz, dead battery, etc), so I can't get in touch with her, which defeats the purpose of the blasted thing in the first place. Go figure.
The itching sensation along my forearm is driving me mad. The headache is also maddening, as it reduces my horrendously small attention span to zero. So there is one rather irate gimp chibi who is trying not to devour her computer monitor and actually behave, for the greater good of humanity. Even though all she wants to do is rip things to shreds, scream, throw a general tantrum, then go lie down and hope all the aching, throbbing bits would just go the spork away. Or fall off. Which is also beginning to sound appealing at this point.
Mmmm, brains. I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!