So, ok, good stuff first: I am no longer howling in pain and kicking random inanimate objects in agonized rage. (I still can't hear, but I find this to be an acceptable improvement for the time being....we are now having a weird thunderstorm in which THE SUN IS STILL SHINING, MISSOURI, YOU ARE SUCH A FREAK HOW HOW HOW. In conclusion: wine-drunk hula hooping: retro-workout craze of the future, y/y

If you are ever trying to forcibly extract information from me, it might be in your best interests to know that apparently a middle ear infection will make me knuckle under and cry like a baby within 3...of exploding by the time I got there. And I guess it's nice that it waited until the swim meet was over with. But whatever. *curls up in fetal position on side to avoid barfing and let fluid drain

Ok, so on the personal adventures front, this week has just been a weird, insurmountable wall composed entirely of failbricks. A few weeks ago, I finally for real and true got my shit together slightly...with actual content in forEVER, and I turn to you, oh internet, for diversion from these woeful plights late at night on a Thursday. (prying fic and meta out of me totally counts as a diversion

"BLOW ME, CAS."

Yeah, so I know this freakish weather is sort of what you're known for, dear state of mine, and that really is a very pretty snowstorm you've got going on there, BUT YOU REALLY COULD HAVE KEPT IT IN YOUR PANTS GODDAMN.

Next time I make an informal pact with myself to reply to *every* *single* *shipwars* *comment* somebody needs to hit me over the head with something heavy until the pain brings me to my senses. There...!?! *runs from the internet like a fast-running thing* *trembles in terror at the thought of cracking open the battle post* *waves wistfully at entire rest of flist that I have hopelessly abandoned

Dear LJ: Today I built a deck with my bare manly hands. Ok, maybe it was about half a deck. But there was shoveling. and hammering. and sawing. With both hands. For 8 hours. Not only have my arms stopped loving me forever, but I think they're actually planning to leave me for a younger woman. Good thing I'm doing it all again tomorrow. *smells bad*

Son of a bitch. No, really guys. I made it to the bank today (ten minutes before they closed) and since it was only one and I was ready for work, I zipped over to the mall, thinking it was Friday and wouldn't be that bad. Jesus Christ. NEVER. AGAIN. Picked up the first volume of Nabri no Ou and Ashiteru Futari (which they translated to mean Love Hurts for whatever freakish reason and that's starting...

Over the course of the last week or so, KC has been hit with some fairly nasty weather, multiple times. It's not the worst we've had, by a long shot, and it's been blissfully freezing-rain free, but still...to drive at all, let alone in bad weather. This essay is not intended to refute their existence, only to point out that they fall far short of accounting for all weather-related driving debacles.

...if I was still at mom's and Dad's place, I would have cursed my unlucky stars. But I probably would have biked. But yup. That's how my day went. RYAN : So poor guy, he was dating Carly ( Slut/whore/bitch/slut who I work with ) and apparently she has been fooling around behind his back, and she broke up with him this weekend. She doesn't come home until like 4 in the morning anymore. So Ryan is left...