Ahaha head tilty. I do that so often, it's a fortuitous icon to have found.

I have six days left in Plattsburgh and I don't know what to do with myself, which is really ridiculous. I have to call Mike, and Gabby, and make time to spend with all my discrete groups of friends. I have to go get the rat tat retouched. It wouldn't be a bad idea to give Butcher a bath before leaving town.

I have to wander the streets of this city, camera in hand, and remind myself of what I'll miss most. Who. Where. (Why?)

Before, I was writing original fic... now all I want to do is write about Gabriel Gray. Dammit. Get out of my brains!

When I got the lizard touched up, Jamie put on Death Cab for Cutie, and we listened to all of Transatlanticism from prep to bandaging up the bloody lizard. I forgot how gorgeously the songs flow into each other-- a hazard of the shuffle function-- and it was the most pleasant experience I've had yet getting needles shoved into my skin rapidly. xD

Hey, a 1:10 am call from my little sister to tell me she's in the hospital, on morphine, getting a CAT scan in a couple hours to find out if she has appendicitis or if it's something else. She slipped and said that Mom was on drugs. xD No, Rae-rae, that's you.

Now, to ensure sleep, I will eat an Ambien and probably put on Transatlanticism because it's on my mind.