My head is bursting with graphical glitches, I have now thrown up my paws in disgust over a grand total of six different attempts at a picture I promised my bard... inspiration is lacking today. All I can pull out is darkness and odd shades of purple and green, very frustrating.

In other news, the tygrrr is back, and has apparently finished his move to the States! Yes, that's right, the danger is closer now... *wry grin* ...which seems to only encourage me. He really is intriguing, and dammit, he calls me Fesh Fesh. *grins* I can't quite get over that.

*bops as "Stop The Rock" plays far too loudly on Winamp*

I'm on a sugar high, and waiting for the crash so I can get some more sleep, I'm dying of tiredness but I can't keep my eyes closed... geh. I need to take some sleeping pills but I can't find the last ones. I hid them so I wouldn't take them when I was going through a VERY depressed phase... and now I can't remember where I hid them. Curse this memory of mine!

*sings off-key* Shake my paranoia...

...aaaaanyway. News. Surely there is more...? Oh, been Furc-ing again, and dammit, I miss it more than ever. I need to have paws and a tail, I need to be a furre sometimes. It's an addiction that I do not regret in the slightest.

Owww... and my chloraseptic throat drop just finished working. My throat hurts - did I mention that? It's at the point where it is occasionally VERY painful to swallow, all tight and icky... and I now seem to have a perminent low-grade fever. I think I should see a doctor, but I've been saying that for a while, have I not? Still, Caleb has promised that tomorrow, we go to see about an emergency OHP card, and if I get that, then I am goin' straight to the hospital, in hopes that they can fix at least part of this.

And no, I've still not gotten my blood drawn... I am a wuss.

*sighs*

This is so very very icky... oh, and as soon as I've uploaded this, I'm going to go be an Archiving Fool. It's about that time again...