This morning started out way too early, after I slept through the alarm clock and then had my Dad freaking out at me ( Read more... )

For an exceedingly social person, I haven't a fucking clue how to network ( Read more... )

Christmas night always sucks because there's nothing to do, except everybody else is always doing something because it's Christmas ( Read more... )

For the last few weeks, my dreams have been ridiculously literal ( Read more... )

Because somebody over there has a SERIOUSLY obnoxious laugh.

In response to Anthrochica's query "should you be at work right now", I just called my Dad's cell and asked him for painkillers, and he asked why I was talking quietly, and I told him "well, I'm at work, and I thought they might think it was weird if they overheard me on the phone saying 'Dad, can I have percocet'" and he totally wigged the fuck on ( Read more... )

Events of a few minutes ago reminded me I'd forgotten to put another chain on the limeline ( Read more... )

Oh, in case anybody has wondered at my absence, here's a general timeline with some mistaken dates, I'm sure, of the last month and a half ( Read more... )

I haven't been able to sleep the last few nights, and spent last week handing out all but two of my sedatives- which I'm saving for my plane ride home on Thanksgiving. Grieving Boyfriend got back into town last night, and we stared at the TV for a few hours until Born Rich came on HBO, at which point we had a long discussion about how much it ( Read more... )

Wait, I'm supposed to like the Cremaster movies, right? Because they're supposed to be an artistic triumph ( Read more... )