Just got off the phone with Puppy, who may or may not have a broken arm and at the least has a few pulled tendons; that boy is gonna get himself seriously hurt someday. *fond, amused shake of the head* He got it in a tournament, of course.

Umm... plans? I know there are some, I know not what they are right now, between the headful of bleach, the odd bits of sleep, and the gawdaweful migrane that isn't completely gone yet I'm lucky I know my own name.

Next dental appointment is the 16th at 2:30.

Torian: colorwise/stylewise I would prefer dark colors, something Victorian in feel possibly, grunge would work too. Definitely not pastels. o.O Sucks about the notebook, hopefully the gnomes will make it reappear (though not likely until after you buy a new one, knowing gnomes).

Matt called right in the middle of the migrane, which seriously bites, as I only rarely get to talk to him and I basically said "ow headache bye" and hung up. *sulk*

I... am gonna post this before I get distracted or headachy or something. Farewell!