The short version: I asked puppy to do something with me that he REALLY didn't want to do, something that was somewhat against his... code of honor isn't the right phrase, but certainly his code of somethingorother. He agreed after 'discussion' but made it clear he was there unwillingly...

...and then the thing I wanted him to do with me fell apart, didn't even happen, leaving him angry, me frustrated, and... yeah. Emo. *wry grin*

There isn't much other news. I haven't been online, or rather on assorted Messenging programs, much over the last week or so. Every now and then I forget that it's a bad idea to focus all my attention in one place, that it tends to lead to problems on all fronts. It's just... meh. It's like trying to remember to leave room for dessert when you're eating a perfectly-cooked steak. Not always easy. Or remembering to leave room for the steak when eating dessert. Whatever. Point is I've been immersed in WoW again, and started sketching again, and trying to write. Seriously trying to write. Utterly failing to write. The words just don't FIT any more and it frustrates me to no end and... gah, no, NO emo. Bad Jax.

I think it'd be best if I just closed this entry now. I don't really have anything else to say. Oh, wait, one thing to say. I'll still fall asleep at least somewhat content... there will be a Caleb beside me and a small, gleaming box within reach.