Need caffeine.

I know, it's been over a day since I last updated and this one's not full of anything actually interesting yet. I'd apologise if I were awake enough to care, really I would. *sighs*

Bitchy mood, headache, worry about my boys, worry about my friends, worry about far too many people.

...aaaaand I just wasted two hours reading online comics, watching Torian cut himself on webcam, one pic at a time, talking with Torian and Nreshan and Belias and Neil...

...yeah.

A fuckwit named John who is occasionally amusing but who was being a prick with the maturity level of a five-year-old today was asking questions about my cat-and-mouse habits... I pointed out that I view MOST people, particularly most males, as catfood, not mice. The few who are mice, too much fun to play with to really want to just eat, interesting, distracting... they're the ones I keep. I don't kill mice.

I see Kadin and Torian as mice... I see Nreshan and Nick and Daris as mice... I see Caleb and Rhett and Snowtygrrr as mice.

They've proven that they can hold my interest. *shrugs* Yeah, I know, that's both over-simplified and over-egotistical... there's a LOT more to it than that, really. But it does, on a day like this, boil down to that one simple fact: they hold my interest. Not my heart, not my hormones, although both can and often be ( brief interruption, a picture here... ) ...can and often are involved in that interest.

Anyway.

Where was I? Oh. Yeah.

Sleep.

I was gonna go back to bed, right?

Hm.

Maybe if I push THIS button...

...oh, for the record, the latest Comic Addiction begins here. And a pic of Torian, sliced up, is found here. And something very terrifying is here. If you hadn't seen that last one already, thank your friends. If you HAD seen that last one already, beat your friends. Either way, share the love.

*amused*

The words for the day: Ragabash, Mikhael, Vortex, Obligation, and Erratica.

Thank you.