Gods, but I'm wired up. I've got a load of laundry already washing in the washer and once Grr moves her laundry from the dryer I can toss the then-clean load in and start a new one. I've got several cans of Pibb Xtra and a cup with ice in it. I've got a playstation capable of playing Final Fantasy, Thousand Arms, and assorted other games including several varieties of Tetris! *more poinging*

Becca is hooked on comics now, and on D-land as well, which kicks ass. Ryan is not in serious health problem pain, I'm feeling pretty good, and it's sunny outside but slightly clouded and hey, it's NOT broiling yet! *poings again*

Weekend after this one, I'll be heading down to the coast! A chance to see old friends, a chance to once again remember WHY I don't want to live with my folks... beach walks, a real piano, looking up at the stars and perhaps, hopefully, a long late-night walk with someone I miss. *grins softly, lost for a moment in dreams*

...ehh. Fish, I'm thinking today has at least the potential not to suck, and I'm hoping it will keep that potential up. Yesterday I was half-in-panic and half-in-pain, the end result of which was that I missed out on the socializing part of Grr's party. Today (once I find a clean towel) I'm going to have a nice shower-and-scrub, possibly congratulate Jon (our Jon, not the John that Russ evolved into here), and find second breakfast.

Heh. I have Alice back. Between that and Rasputin, a couple fragmented little people are dancing quite excitedly and happily in my head. *sudden grin* I bet the chibis would dance to Alice too... must experiment later.

Argh. The backspace key on this keyboard is only half-length - the button that used to be just above the enter key has been moved up to the number line and I keep hitting it instead of backspace when I make typing errors, which is often.

Fish, I'm outa here. Must go Find Clean Towels.

*pads off amidst fanfare and such*