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Desperately I want to play Silent Hill F for myself, but I know that I'm too chicken shit.

I wanna be in bed.

Coming down from a manic episode sucks. Dopamine vending machine is broken. There isn't a single crumb to be wrung from even established enjoyable activities.

well fine. I'll eat my dinner in SILENCE.

I was today years old when I learned that gpose is something that you do in-game.

I want to be home and writing.

A Thirst for your reflexes! #ffxivmemes #finalfantas...

Fenway ran into five o' clock traffic, but he's blessed with the protection of thirty saints because his dumb idiot room temperature IQ ass is fine. Got scooped by a neighbor and I arrived home from work just in time to roll down my window and shout what the FUCK, FENNY.

Don't worry, everyone. Today was also a bad day, too.

I miss making LiveJournal icons, man.

Sometimes I'll use "tumblr slang" out in the wilds of the real world and then I'll have to wrestle down the shame and the urge to go back and explain why my email included the phrase "frog boiling."

Alpha must be protected at all costs. Also: PHANTOM TRAIN??

When I come home, usually I need to use the bathroom before anything else. Vivian expects to be held and cuddled before anything else. What IS it about using the toilet that turns cats into freaks who need to be on your lap RIGHT NOW?

hrnfhh. hate recognizing it's a manic episode two days already into it.

[celebrity death] Jane Goodall... no...

Need this to be entered into everyone's vernacular immediately.

hey what do you mean Naruto's "soldier pills" were based on real ninja lore??

Okay, happy thoughts time. It's been years since I last fostered kittens, but it was always really, really adorable every time Vivian tried to teach the babies how to be a successful cat. We poop HERE. We clean ourselves LIKE THIS. Wet food is IMPORTANT.

At work. I should not be. Still very sick. Well, I have already committed.

Emerges from a cocoon of blankets and misery: finally the sickness has begun to abate. Birds are singing again. The sun was shining this afternoon. I can eat a hot dog.

Can't believe Ramza's racism is a plot point.

Day 2 of Being Mildly Sick: germs are a hate crime.

Brought Ferris to the coffee drive-thru with me BUT THEY'RE OUT OF DOG TREATS. DEVASTATED.

Ma's reaching home in one hour. She's gonna swing by with juicy family gossip, apparently.

Kid gave me a cold. Coughed into my face. I'm gonna be a super baby about it. everyone give me uhhhh ice cream.

Sick ass picture of a praying mantis within.

In ACTUALLY PEOPLE ARE NICE news, stopped into Panera and overheard a discussion. A woman was telling her friend that someone stopped her on the way into the bathroom, and the woman thought she was going to be told she didn't "belong" in there, but it was because there wasn't any toilet paper inside one of the stalls.

[Tylenol and autism.]

Went to the county fair with ma and enjoyed watching farm children struggle with livestock on a self-imposed mission to publically humiliate their handlers.

Me and landlady three vodka baileys in and discussing the finer points of spay/neutering in kittens.