Mozart is dead. A generation of my household, gone.

god...

I just did the dumbest thing I've ever done in a while. Pushed down on my bedroom window so hard that somehow the top came out towards me and smacked me right in the head.

LAWL.

I should go to bed, but Howl's Moving Castle is on for like the fifth time today.

I am so pathetically sick today that I'm glad for it. I can't focus on anything at all, I can't even be sad that I'm home and back to what I still have to call my life. My time with Sam is also my life, but it feels different. So different, I'm so ridiculously happy and whole that now I'm just this sniffly, dirty shell of ... something ( Read more... )

Invasion of Sam's household is well under way ... and I haven't even been here a full day.

Mua ha ha.

Something tells me I won't be on the intarweb so much until next week. I could be crazy, or then again I could be anticipating much better things than dicking around on LJ and the occasional Facebook. Yep yep.

:D

Chyaaa ... this is going to be an interesting Christmas ( Read more... )

I had a weird dream last night that incorporated the hellishness of Chicago O'Hare, the frenzy of "OMG I forgot my cell phone charger," and ... some other weird shit that has been blurring the line between real life and dreams lately ( Read more... )

Uhhh it's sad that I like Maria's friend Jenna more than I like her. Might slit Maria's throat and keep Jenna here, although I'm not entirely sure if that'd work. Dunno if she's Mormon, she's at least conservative by nature. Oh well.

Life goes on.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

The MRI wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be, entirely because they let me bring a CD and listen to it. Thank god for Agalloch roaring over the thundering clicks and stuff of the machine, or else I would have gone insane due to claustrophobia and the noise. So far, between the two doppler tests, the EEG, and the MRI, my brain is fine. So what do the ( Read more... )

ugh today is a terrible day. Went to lab, figured I'd have time to mosey out of there and hang out somewhere before I had to hop on the subway to the Cloisters, but I ended up running out of the room and suddenly throwing up in the bathroom. Partly on my jacket sleeve (because my arm was fuckin' extended to open the toilet stall) and on the floor, ( Read more... )

An update from the front lines of the WAR ON TERROR ( Read more... )