My computer at home died. Work is insanely busy (of course no added financial reward, just 2 tons more work).

I'm fine, kids are fine, rat died, bird is fine.

I'd kill for a backrub.

Gah.

Laura is still a happy woman. In two days, it will be a month of happy Laura. Freakiest thing I've ever experienced.

In other news, work is work, the house is trashed, Squeak is going on vacation with the grandparents today, and J is at her dad's house in Georgia.

Yes. Yes, I do.

I'm feeling all hatey this morning! It's like the ghost of Christmas past!

I'm going to have to start eating again. Fuck my stomach is a mess. But I'm in a size 8 pair of jeans right this second, by god. About fucking time.

I have this huge case of happy going on. Since May 24. It's retarded. You know how hard it is to be a bitchy ass when you're retarded happy?

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New tat. Working on a picture. Have the next two picked out. I might get the armband this week. Woo.

My stomach is fucked up all over the place. I wanna crawl under a rock and die.