i dreamt about killer whales the size of my forearm and the bad guy from no country for old men and i woke up a thousand times freaking out that i was about to get knifed or airgunned and flailed about and interrupted some above average quality cuddling. awkward.

((sorry))

and since i've had nothing but lots of coffee and half of my el guapo's ((at a discount rate of 40%... seriously... i should go there more often than twice ever)) i'm basically operating at the mental capacity of cheese.



my nap was postponed so i could spend some quality time with an ((understandably)) irritable mx in the emergency room. iron appedices and no surgeries is bballa by definition.

we even have matching hand wounds!



((and by matching, i mean that we are both on the disabled list))

now that i have christmas plans, i definitely need to do some shopping. i've been working up a good brainstorm, but my insomnia doesn't provide for much to be a-brewin'.

i feel sorry for everyone i'm about to wait on tonight.



also, my crotch is bleeding, but i'm too tired to notice.