Pieces

Someone is a fucking prick.

Is fucking cold. Or at least for us it is. A bit of flurries/snow-dusting on top of the old stuff is doing well to make things interesting.

Don't feel good. -_- Plus the usual tired etc.

Am worried about Anj. Something medical, involving a biopsy and such. Am hoping she hears results soon. Had her over for dinner last night, but the crockpot-soup decided to not be ready until this morning. So we just had the smoked salmon and cream cheese on crackers, and watched old Critic eps from DVD (green pea-ness...).

At least my international packages finally arrived. Now to stew on the Ebay auction-person who seems to insist on not returning my emails. He better have shipped product at least, or I'm going to fucking slay him. Remotely. Or something.

Work is slamming me/us, just like it does every year at this time. Yay.

And ff.net seems to be down, which takes away my main escapism (yeah, so I like rereading favorites when I'm not slogging through crap looking for the very few new gems).

Am tired of every inside place I'm at being so fucking cold. And yay for not having time for a Starbucks stop--at least I could get a bottled thing at a gas station, but it's not the same.

I Surrender/WoW music video shouldn't affect me that much. I mean, is done using human characters and a bit too much swooping the 'camera' around and a Celine Dion song. But...is so freaking sad. T__T *gets stupid-emotional again*

...icon.