back from hospital. turns out i had a UTI that worked it's way into my kidneys. fun times. explains the fourteen hours of UTTER AGONY though. good to know there was a reason for that whole thing with the being unable to stand up or move without crying. hi. i'm back. how was your day?

the girls came down today to watch SGA on my theatre screen, and once i form words about The Shrine i will try and communicate just how it made me feel. for now, i ... i just can't. *hands* when we finished...my bedroom door tonight. let them sleep under the quilt, on the electric blanket, like they used to when they were babies. today was a good day, flistlets. i hope it was for you too. *smish u all

it's a funny thing, you know. when i was in sydney and i first met McD, i was astounded by how much he reminded me of my big brother. in looks and voice and manner, all the time, he'd turn a certain way...feeling. you know, when you don't know if something was real or a dream? i'll call dad later, see if he's heard from Mads. if not, i will be intrigued. my subconscious is never quite so blunt with me

it seems i have far too little faith in my powers of obscurity. not only did i notgetfired for yesterday's mishap, it seems, nobody actually noticed i wasn't there. i raised the issue anyway, since it...skills of old, i think i'm going to just not think about writing on the weekend. try not to worry any more than i have been, see if my chest stops hurting. and sleep. god, i'm just aching to sleep

so after my twenty-two hour sleep yesterday, followed by a midnight intervention (don't ask), i actually managed to have a pretty good day. i've been up since roughly midnight last night, so that's going...me two weeks behind in my fucking workload. aigh. sorry. i just... i have so much rage, and it only seems to brew up when i think about that place. i just ... *hands* wish me luck. and possibly vodka

so after my twenty-two hour sleep yesterday, followed by a midnight intervention (don't ask), i actually managed to have a pretty good day. i've been up since roughly midnight last night, so that's going...me two weeks behind in my fucking workload. aigh. sorry. i just... i have so much rage, and it only seems to brew up when i think about that place. i just ... *hands* wish me luck. and possibly vodka

i actually didn't expect to get much done today, all things considered, but things seemed to get done all the same. i'm stressing out massively about tomorrow, and so in the spirit of distraction, i give...34 35 36

i actually didn't expect to get much done today, all things considered, but things seemed to get done all the same. i'm stressing out massively about tomorrow, and so in the spirit of distraction, i give...34 35 36

after work ended friday, i spent the following 21 hours with rupertzgirl in a non-stop no-sleep Smallville marathon through season three and a little of season four, falling in love with that...y noise. dinner is vege juice and microwave popcorn (my culinary skillz, let me show you them). you know what's awesome ? the whole not going to work tomorrow part. that's pretty fucking cool

well, most of this long weekend was spent either comatose in brainsplits, or rugged up at rupertzgirl 's place mainlining early seasons of Smallville with a fire burnin'. the last four days have...again come friday, i have another long weekend waiting for me then. in conclusion, four day weeks = superwin. wherever you are, i hope you feel warm, and safe, and loved, too. *smish*