...what the hell did she mean by "I hope you enjoy HIM"?

'cause I KNOW there's no man in my mailbox today.

I checked.

Gods, I am already hating today. I may end up just giving up and going back to bed, other plans or NOT, if these cramps don't go away soon I'm gonna be seriously pissed.

Argh.

There is not enough alcohol in the world to make my mother fun to deal with. But at least I got to hang out with Boots, who... lemme put it this way, imagine if Buffy wasn't on the edge of anorexia, surfed and mountain-climbed, and was openly bi.

THAT is my sister. Swear to god.

So unfair.

*wry grin* So I'm gonna go think happy thoughts about blonds (and one dark-haired beauty who won't ever know that these words are aimed at same, 'cause know what? I'm a coward around that particular beauty, as we've proved recently)...

...err...

...yeah.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Can't sleep... err... no, wait, I damned well CAN, and I think I will since Deb wants the computer back anyway.