one of those days when just getting out of bed seems like such a fucking DAUNTING task. and god only knows why i wake up like this. been up for hours and havnet fucking moved. fuck it. laptop is here. papers are here. fuck moving. fuck showering. fuck clothing. i give it another hour at most before i want to jump out of my skin.
i just watched 8 hours of firefly. adding to the list: nathan fillion, number 6, knocking cousin it into 7. :-D someone come and take me away from my computer. now.