Unconscious fail: Rolling over in bed, cracked my head on the corner of the bedside table, which is actually a hideaway sewing machine and as such is kind of high... in fact, right about temple level, when I'm laying down.

Yeah, I'm up. >.o


While I'm here: Has anyone read The Year of Living Biblically? Would it be better for my father or my mother? I heard it was really good, so I got it, I just don't know who to tag it for under the tree. I could always cheat and put "Mom&Dad", I guess.


I'm going to stick my head out the window, soak up some windchill, and try to go back to sleep.

5mg Ambien apparently doesn't cut it for me any more, as the every-two-hours just goes to every-three-hours now, instead of a full night of sleep.

Well, it's a good thing I'm seeing someone who can write me a new scrip in... nine hours. Ugh. Maybe I can sneak in a couple more hours.

Hospital just called about Julia; gave them the parental cell phone numbers and resisted asking questions.

Three hours to counseling; should probably shower.

2800 words into today's story (started many days ago); the words "short story" mean very little to me, but it is fun to fuck with Sylar's head.

Really, really want a cigarette; probably a good thing my ID is expired or I'd have a pack. Actually not, because it is way too fucking cold to walk anywhere. I'd prefer to buy cloves anyway, I don't know where they're sold around here though.

Need to get out of this chair.... eeehhhhhn...ehhhhhn.... maybe later.

If you were my glasses, where would you be?

Which do you prefer, fuschia or magenta?

If it's a roach, should Scotty smoke it?

If you got a 1TB drive, what would you download first?

Which is worse, wind chill below -10 or heavy sleet?

Do you prefer black or white when you play chess?

When is the last time you wore a piece of clothing inside-out accidentally? How about on purpose?

Would changing my LJ name have an effect my outlook on life?

WHY WON'T BUTCHER STOP CRYING?

My first appointment with Lisa went *wonderfully*. I really like her a lot. :D We did a geneogram today, and oh boy, it was so much fun listing out all the issues my extended family has. xD And then at the end she had me do sandbox expression to portray how I thought the session went. And she's a paint therapist. And, dudes, I like this woman a million times more than any mental health professional I've seen since Carol Shuttleworth, and that is high praise, because Carol was AWESOME.

The wind chill is so bitter today that we had to end the kettles at 3pm. There is no way in hell we're making goal this year. My dad is talking about only opening the office three days a week. Yikes...

It is HILARIOUS listening to my father talk to his friends on the phone. xD I am having such a hard time not laughing because I can hear him from my mother's office and he is cracking me up.

Ooh, we're going out for dinner now! \o/

When I came home, my computer gave me the just-turned-on login screen. I almost cried. Then I typed in my password and everything was just as I left it.

I am so happy, because now I don't have to try in vain to remember what I wrote but didn't save before I left the house. xD

Tomorrow I am definitely going on a kettle, because there are only two volunteers. Two days before Christmas and only two fucking volunteers. I don't think I've ever seen such a pitiful season kettle-wise.


I am very unhappy with the story I'm writing for tonight. I can't explain the change in one character the way I need to, and it's turning out hurried and inexplicable.

I might rewrite it some other day, fix the issues, but right now I just need to finish it so I can go the hell to bed, because I am flat-out weary right now.