Thanks to Torey for showing me this clip of what's just another day in Vice City.

It's so good being back in Mt. Vernon.

Yes, Donald Rumsfeld has resigned and is gone. Don't think it would've happened if the GOP had staved off defeat yesterday, so thank God for miracles still occurring even in this cynical time.

I am fairly certain I know what I'm asking for Christmas for this year:

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Home has left me pretty much out of it. The shower that I just took helped me considerably, but there's still my stuffed-up head and my inconsistent appetite, and of course, thoughts of people I am impatient to see.

Nathan Fillion's on Lost tonight, the last episode of the season until February, and I would love to make a party out of it this ( Read more... )

Please excuse last Saturday's desperate tone. I was just beginning to go through a bit of withdrawal from the Effexor I had been taking for a year-and-a-half, and I was having a hell of a hard time dealing with it. Since then, the knowledge of just how difficult even a slight amount of withdrawal from Effexor XR is has led me to dropping it ( Read more... )

Went to lunch today and felt invisible. Again ( Read more... )

Last night, as I was falling asleep, reassurance not quite from my own head hit me like the wild waves of the sea:

"It's not over yet."

Hope still survives, it seems.

Lost is freaking nuts! Every week, J.J. Abrams and company give you a crumb, then place a whole new dessert just out of reach. I really wished I had kept watching this show when it started (I had my reasons for not), but I more or less feel like I am caught up, though I still need to get ahold of the first two seasons on DVD (might ask for one ( Read more... )

I don't think I've been out of my chair and away from my computer since 6:30 or so. But the final is done, and all that remains is to turn it in. Please excuse me while I collapse ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning sick of exile. So I'm giving the all-clear. Still doesn't mean the chemicals aren't totally whacked up in my brain, but I guess I should get used to that ( Read more... )

1) I've come to the conclusion that I can't speak or write a word to the girl who I won't name without feeling like a total idiot, and therefore feeling ashamed of myself ( Read more... )