I'm sorry for the sparsity of posts right now... 'net time is kind of the least of my worries.

Problems with OHP... aren't there always? But this might interfere with me getting medical treatment over the next month. *sighs* Great. Just what I need.

I'm hurting a lot.

Spike crashed over here last night after helping me with the first round of hair-dye-ness, and went with me to run errands... then came back with me, we finished the dying process, got drunk. He put me to bed. *grins softly*

He actually let me rest.

Mind you, if Deb wasn't having hissies about me not explaining that he would be staying until the dying was finished (which I thought I did) and that this would not be done all in one night (which I had mentioned when I came up for Buffy) and that he was there this morning (which didn't occur to me to say since he and I were leaving to run errands, so it wasn't like he would STILL be there) or that I'd brought him back (which I DID tell her, when I came up to show off my finished hair)...

...sorry. A bit irritated. I keep thinking I'm saying everything that needs to be said, then finding out that apparently I am running around behind her back or being uncommunicative or whatever the catch phrase is today.

Argh.

I swear, I am NOT trying to be secretive or stupid or anything... I keep thinking that I am saying what needs to. Hell, I didn't bring him upstairs in the morning because she has told me repeatedly that she doesn't like people seeing her in the morning.

Furious.

Shouldn't be.

Worried about people.

I am going to try to eat, and if I manage to keep food down, I'm getting drunk... I don't have enough painkillers to be willing to take them alone. But boosted with alcohol... yeah. I can stretch them out a bit.

I hate my life right now, other than the Arrasto-and-Caleb-and-Kadin-and-Spike parts, and the Grr-Meganalala-Drew parts.

*pads off tiredly*