absinthe

Yuk, what a mood I've been in lately. I really should stop cruising the internet until my eyes hurt. It's such an addiction, especially when I'm sick and bored like today.
Life is for living, right?

/and fingers are for feeling
fists are for beating
scabs are for healing
and blood is for bleeding/

I'm waiting for something wonderful and exiting to happen, but am running a temperature so I don't feel like going out and finding it. I hope Boy brings me a snack from work (mexican food) if he comes to see me.

g'night.