WTF, another Tuesday o_O

Still trapped with the secretive dial-up awesomeness, so please bear with me, I can't get on often D: Along with that, my wrist's been killing me from playing piano (Nobuo Uematsu! FFVIII!!! YAAAY XD) too much on a year-old sprain that never healed correctly. Ah, the Great Cockta Run of '06... I face-planted in the middle of a busy Chicago street while drunkenly staggering across for this drink called Cockta, included in this rather phallic-looking bottle. I was wearing the big-ass platforms and one 3 1/2" block of foam decided to break off on me, sending me sprawling. The cosplayers I was with were nice enough to come back and scoop me up. Anyway...

I've decided to take up my exercise regimen early. Not easy considering there's a plastic storage crate FULL of freaking chocolate that my dad came home with off the route sitting no more than two feet away. You've done enough damage, chocolate. No more