less cold, more whiging.

I think it’s the weather. Cuz I’m all bitch/bitch/idiotfucker/whinge/bitch/leavemealone!!!

And ya know, I feel it’s really unfair to dump that sort of stuff on you wonderful people, when it’s really wee molehills and I’m in a mood of a mood to make them a mountain. And for once, talking/writing about it won’t make me feel better, as there’s really nothing to feel bad ABOUT.

I still haven’t packed/planned/booked hotels/done shit all for this trip, and I know C hasn’t done anything. Murph.

At least I’m not sick anymore – I was about 97% by Sunday, and all healthy again on Monday (which ya know, is about the only thing that could make Monday’s rock, besides them just not being there).

*shrug* I’m empty, really.

Still reading cbirth (on Message #35269 of 43190 – woot! Finally, under 10K left!), which is throughly amusing, and venting my vitrol on silly women across the interwebs.

Urm.

What else?

Don’t know.

Gonna go.