...and currently the cub and said Spike-boy are apparently having quite an in-depth conversation regarding Angel.

And who she is.

And what she is.

And suddenly the back of my neck is burning and I just want to hop back in the van and run... but must get boy, then must finish errands, and must get home and get computer fixed... must... must...

*sighs*

...must dread the next few hours. Dread them LOTS. This... ick.

Must not accept it. Must fight it. Must win.

Right?

Lots of musts.

Here's the only one I am paying attention to: must not regret today.

If you don't see me online it's cos my computer is on crack. Talk soon, universe...

...my head hurts.

This...

...why does this scare me? Why the HELL does just the mention of Her make me nervous and hopeful and depressed and frightened? Where the fuck is the OFF switch here?