I dislike schedules, I've never cared for them one damn bit. I'm forced to live a structured life; someone could call me in the morning and ask if I want to go to breakfast (not likely), and I would have to decline because there are things I absolutely must do in the morning. I loved the days when everything was spontaneous, when if I wanted to go ( Read more... )

I'm finally allowed to get out of bed ( Read more... )

Well it's my brother's birthday today (I've no idea where he is or what he's doing, hopefully the butthead has a job) as well as my friend heather's (I know what her and the gang are doing, but I'm without cash so I can't go). Blah, I hate being broke, but I'm insistant that I'll hit a windfall via poker, the lottery, a benefactor, a rich old lady ( Read more... )

I'm shocked to announce that my brain is working, my dreaded block has subsided and I've (brace yourselves) been writing ( Read more... )

I guess I'm back, kinda. I still have to stay in bed a lot, but now I at least have time to go see a movie; which I'm about to go do. Is stir craziness contagious? Let's find out...

The bad news is I likely won't be at 100% (and annoying all of you lovely people, I mean that, you're all lovely!) until sometime after new years at this rate. The good news is I'm almost completely healed and could easily be up and about now. I'm just not taking any risks, considering the last time this happened. If you feel slightly in the dark ( Read more... )

I'm alive, I'm as well as I can be, though I am slightly stir crazy.
Nothin much else to add other than putting up a list of people that I miss. You should know who you are. Gah... must get this over and done with soon.

Been a while since I've upated, but I'm slighty restricted in activities right now. It'd be really awesome if I could get things to go right for more than a few weeks at a time. I wouldn't say I'm depressed, just lumpy. I'm not good company at all and I'm leaping at every oppurtunity to lash out at someone. So what else is there. Oh I hate my jail ( Read more... )

Fucking christ, what next?