Will I ever learn?

Probably not.

Bad Sonsy, taking prescription drugs that aren't yours. Bad girl. Now go lie on your bed and for God's sake, go to sleep!

Anyway. Went out last night, was in by 10.30. A little Scotch, a couple shots, and a Paxil later . . . my jaw trembles when I yawn.

I'm going back to bed now. I may be successful in falling asleep this time.

Probably not.

More nonsense.

I've given up the sleeping thing for today. Don't care. My eyes want to close, but my brain has other plans, and my heart thinks I'm running a fucking marathon.

A helly-copter just flew over, and the windows rattled a bit. The sun is coming up and turning my white curtain orange. It's pretty. I think I'm hungry.

I made the background for vestalvagrant's journal and emailed it to her. Maybe I'll work on a new layout for me as well. Or more icons. I think I still owe reibebe an icon. And something else that's been collecting virtual cobwebs in my harddrive. And I finally got 1margaret7's animated icon sorted. I just have to send it to her to see if she wants anything changed. Can't be arsed at the moment, though. Later.

I'm back to reading FPS again. Yep. Maybe I'll write a bit more of it as well. Who knows? Not I. FPS is sort of silly, in a way, because of the language you have to use. When I read my old FPS, I laugh. So does everyone else, actually.

Fucking Hell.

I hate Yahell. I hate it! I was YIMming vestalvagrant, and then....poof. No more. My computer froze, and I am just now getting back online. Hours later.

( What the fuck? )

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