It never ceases to amaze me, how much corporations SUCK.

Deb, Robert, and Eamon have all gone to see "Red Dragon"... I was going to go, but was damned tired courtesy of a night's sleep full of tossing, turning, and fucked-up nightmares. I think I'm going to swear off vicodin for a week and see if it helps the dreams any. I don't know what it is about the stuff... it's not like Oxycodone was this way. It's just Hydrocodone. Fucked up.

Then again, maybe I'll damn near OD on it today, and swear off it tomorrow, which was what I ended up doing yesterday 'cause the thought of dealing with my mother without heavy medication is NOT a pleasant one. I was baked outa my mind, and we actually got along. Hell, she admitted to LIKING some of the music I played and promised not to bug me about cutting my hair or how I cut it ever again.

Makes me wonder if maybe I just hallucinated that.

*chuckles softly*

Just got to read a story fragment written by Nreshan... gods, but that boy can write well, when he wants to.

Although sadly, I suspect part of my enjoyment of the story was due to its subject matter as well as to how nicely it was written. I really am a sucker for that kind of plot... particularly when it's being written about someone I would so LOVE to just kidnap like that... GODS. *shiverpurrs contentedly, amused*

Maybe I just need to get laid or something.

No... not laid. I need to go beat the shit outa someone. THAT would do nicely.

Hm.

*pads off, thinking*