Sick, tired, you know the drill... three thoughts. Three. They aren't leaving my head, apparently.

Three thoughts.

1) Caleb is coming home soon - within a week or two!

2) I need to have a few hours' talk with Kadin, ASAP.

3) I need to buy Torian a gag. Or find some way to occasionally turn OFF his intuition.

Sometimes, things bother me and I don't have words for them, don't want to talk about them, don't want to even THINK about them... so I say 'yeah, something's wrong, but I don't want to talk about it'... why is everyone's instinctive response to that "ooh, must find out!"?

Oh. Yeah. Curiousity and care.

Fuck it.

Actually, new rule for myself:

If I don't want to answer every fucking question every person I might run into online might ask... stay the hell offline.

Which would let me log on what, maybe once a month?

*throws up her hands, sighing* Dammit. It shouldn't be this complicated.

I'm going to bed.