I want to stop bitching.

It's very hard.

I'm watching "Invaders From Mars" with Caleb, wondering if I will eat potato or corn chips later, feeling the need for a subway sandwich foodwise and a LOT of drugs, painwise.

No changes.

Nothing changes.

It's all the same, unending pain, as if the universe has thrown me into a mortar and is grinding me slowly, slowly down into little tiny misery-drenched pulp.

Sorry. Was gonna stop bitching.

I'm not good at not bitching, currently.

*sighs*

Ehh, I have Arrasto to cheer me up... and a wonderful email from the wench and my kitten to cheer me up, yes?

*sighs*

Why do I still feel horrible?