I don't know why I don't like doing things alone, but man, it sure makes things take forever.

I almost went to bed at 10pm. I think I should have, in retrospect, because I have a lot more hate going on now than I did then. Oops?

Tomorrow, then. I am not getting off the couch until I finish catching up on Torchwood, whether I'm watching it alone or not.

Also, those cookies I made today kind of suck, I realize now.

Does depression have a measurable effect on your senses? Because, honestly, things haven't tasted or smelled right for a while now, and... I don't know, it's probably just psychosomatic.

Who in their right mind would dress their own child up as The Empty Child? I would be freaked out by my own offspring. *shudder* Although, it's pretty badass that this guy has made so many other evil things and uses them for charities and benefits. A+ for him.

Improve your computer-using posture. Good tips. Too bad my back still hurts.

I don't know how many of you fly regularly, but knowing about Rule 240 could smooth your air travel plans. Just a cool protip, and one I will never use, being terrified of planes.


If anyone has any music by Lucas Grabeel, you should share it with me. Especially if you have a good-quality version of "Go the Distance". I will trade anything in my music collection for a good copy of that. Seriously.

I should have gone to bed before, because I'm not tired now. I'm just braindead. :/

The Perishers - Pills
One may think we’re alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We’re not ok

One may think we’re doing fine
But if I had to lay it on the line
We’re losing ground with every passing day
We’re not ok


The Perishers - Weekends
On the weekends
We try to get our share
Of excitement and of fresh air
Trying to forget
Who we’re gonna be
When the alarm rings
On Monday morning

If in the evening
All you do is watch TV
Cause you're too tired for anything else
You’re just like me


Sometimes, cracking open a pomegranate makes me think of pulling apart a heart. Thick lobes and sticky red getting all over everything. Hearts aren't delicious, though.

I dreamed about going to a place I'd dreamed of before-- I'd been there to install some lines so the city could keep in contact with the folks out in the forests, and while I was there, doing a lot of the same things I'd done first time around, I could follow the lines I'd laid down, like a cheat sheet for a dreamer. I didn't get to finish it, but I slept for twelve hours, so I don't know what took me so long. There was some sort of ban on beads, or lovely things, and I'd brought a kit to embroider beadwork onto some delicate fabrics, but the princess took them and got kidnapped and the king arrested me for subversion.

Hrm.

Woken up by Butcher clawing down my Door of Guys-- he really hates magazine clippings pasted up anywhere, for some reason-- and as this is not the first (or fifth) time, I whacked him good with a pillow before he noticed I was awake. Little bastard.

Woke up cross, haven't had time to become un-cross. I forgot that SGA was on last night, but as Kristin and I don't have cable any more, it doesn't matter... I just have to wait for the upload. That, and Psych. Neither of which are up yet. Although now I have a load of movies to download, that's always fun, hoarding things I never end up watching.

...yeah, I'm going to make some miso soup and go watch Torchwood now.

Fuck winter already, kthx.

Also fuck most of the rest of today, on principle, so far.

End of Days made me upset, and then I listened to my voicemail and cried because my mom is silly. I lose.

Now... drinking and Flight of the Conchords? I guess.