angelfuck13

I'm feeling really wonkey today. Jerme got sick, I'm sick now and feeling really shitty. This ISN't What I had last wek either. I was just watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I'm really wondering what Tim Burton is going to do to recreate the wierd effects that were so psychadellic and scary to me as a kid.

I recently uploaded a new set for PSW, although it's an old bunch of photos, I wanted to show them because they're arty and have a cat theme that I really love.

I'm bummed because I wanted to go to my friend Penny's Husband's birthday party with Jerme but feel too crappy to go. Jerme went to the gym, and I'm just trying to not think about all the projects I have going on and save that energy for a day when I feel a lot better.

I tried going out today with Jerme while he helped his friend move a huge intustrial camera into his friend's house and stop by another friends' garage sale. Before we even left I started off on the wrong foot literally and slipped and fell down my backporch stairs. Luckily I landed on my ass and just kinda slid down them. I have a horrible history with stairs- I fell down THREE steps on my front porch in Berkeley about five years ago and fucking BROKE my foot! In high school I slipped on the newly waxed common room step and fell on my ass in front of all the cute senior boys. As a child of four I scared the shit outtta my mom when I fell down the stairs to the basement (uninjured, just scared.) Man, maybe I should try looking for a one story house in the future and if it requires me to go to another story add a safety net at the bottom. Or just install a firepoll like in firehouses. Because everytime I fall it's when I'm going down.
Jerme rocks helping me when I'm all fucked up. I just hope I can do the same even when I have the freak schedule from hell.
Remind me to take my vitamins.
I'm sooo ready to get into a nyquil coma.