So I may not be the greatest person in the world, and I forget a lot, and I don't have a 12-year-old bottle of anything... but I've got a few shots of vanilla vodka and a hug. I don't know if it helps, but... yeah.

In other news, Ryan NEEDS to get his arse to a good doctor and a half-decent dentist. He's officially going to Cut Back on over-the-counters whether he likes it or not, at least until he's seen someone medical. This is kind of unnerving me.

Messaged Cal but I'm guessing he's busy or in transit or something. I'm dead tired and hurting all over so I'm going to hop back offline and just kind of curl up.

Sleepy Jax, sort of.

Easily-depressed Jax, definitely.

Oh, and I can't get my amatryptaline until tomrrow.