The more you complain, the longer God lets you live

[maypirate]

Questions for those lovely respondants to my previous post will be offered later, but I am still at work for 2.5 more hours and I feel really randomly lousy.


I don't know if it has to do with the potential onset of the bleedies (which I should really try to keep track of better) or some sort of stomach-evil with the usual intestinal suspects. I'm not hungry and I don't want to eat, but I might feel like crap because I need to eat, so I'm chewin' on some chickin ramen and precious soda. And people wonder why I dislike food so much.

So guh. I will probably just come home tonight and go flop somewhere and curl into a ball and make pitiful noises until I recover or die. Perhaps I will finally watch "Empire of the Sun" or "MI-5" or something and actually pay attention to it, or work on mikkeneko's Hisoka doll and try to make his hair look less like some accident of Satan.

Yeah. This completely irrelevant update brought to you by my dissatisfaction and desire to just go lie on the floor. Nnrgh.

Comments

[enigma731.livejournal.com]

If you're not too dead, please try to get on? I'm going on a road trip with the family really early on Wednesday morning, so I won't be on late tomorrow, and I know they're not gonna let me be on late while I'm sharing a hotel room with them the next two weeks.

And I wanna talk to you before I leave!

::pouts::

(On the other hand, if you're not feeling better, completely ignore this comment. Because yeah.)

Look, here's an icon to help.

[enigma731.livejournal.com]

...and I definitely just realize how randomly dirty that sounds.

Look, here's another pretty icon.

[elfinragdoll.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you feel the icks, dear. I can never keep track of my uteran muntinies either.

Miracle of life my ass!