Fuck you, snow. I just wanna go HOME.

Evan Bayh isn't going to go for the presidential nomination ( Read more... )

Finally reading the papers I got at the hospital ( Read more... )

So now that all of my swollen lymph nodes are connected, I'm starting to look like I did almost a year ago post-surgery. Personally, all I can think of when I feel this freaky tumor-thing is those urban legends of people who finally had the doctor slice open their lump and were discovered to have become maggot nurseries. I, myself, get pictures ( Read more... )

It's 51 degrees on top of my bed on the side next to the window. Six inches away, in the window, behind the blue blanket that I tacked up this evening, but on the other side of the saran wrap that I taped up this evening, it is 47.5. .66 miles away, at the nearest weather station, it is 24. Suck on that, physics ( Read more... )

No, I'm not kidding ( Read more... )

Also, I'm rockin' my new haircut, courtesy of one of the dearest people in the world, aka Mica.

Reasons that today so far has rocked my effing (yes, CY has totally corrupted me. I say "effing" now.) socks off ( Read more... )

I am at home. It is very, very quiet. My computer should be fixed soon, and then I will commence to take better care of all you curious minds. In the meantime, I have taken 3 days off of my job volunteering 9.25 hrs a day at a high school in order to spend a week at home. Today I got up before seven in order to, uh, go to high school, where I ( Read more... )

I was expecting to change drastically this year, but in a different way ( Read more... )