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Okay…I’ve been an absolute rubbish noter to all my loverly people who leave me notes. I’m going to blame it on the emotional roller coaster ride of Ashton’s death in roleplay. It’s taken a lot of  energy to deal with…Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not ‘real’ but I also put a lot of heart and soul into my writing…there is a lot of me in it. So in return it effects me deeply. 
So hopefully…now that the funeral is done…and the healing has begun…I can return to a normal state of affairs.

Well…It’s almost 12:30 am…and the bloody pet is seemingly MIA. *rolls eyes* He’s going to be a pain in the arse to wake up in the morning…Plus it’s payday…and he didn’t think to give me the weekly $100 while he was here. He best not forget.

I need to balance the cheekbook…I keep putting it off…it’s just not much fun anymore…Though it doesn’t get any more fun if I wait 2-3 months to do it either. I get so cranky with the Critters when I’m working on it, exspecailly if it’s giving me troubles. I’m just on the tired side of being the one who has to try and think, and decide what can get pain when, and what has to wait, and blah, blah, blah.

I had the most awsome conversation with Raya Wednesday night…And I’m just dying to share the loverly thoughts that we came up with…But can’t…*bursts*  Though I did tell Klutzsy as she read my last rpg entry, and was a bit shocked I believe. So I burst with my babble.  Tried to tell Jack when he called today…but I don’t think he gets it, as he’s not much into HP.

Speaking of Jack…he called today to tell me he’s getting married…to his boyfriend that he met on OD. (Won’t go into the whole complicate thing about all of that though.)

Blah…I need to wash my hair…My head hurts again…I should make me some peppermint tea…it doesn’t always work, but sometimes it helps.

I think my brain just shut down…*kicks it* Stupid thing.