So I figured I'd make a new journal entry to keep you all on your toes (even though my old friends list is no more). I'm sitting on my inflatable mattress, with tehpeanut looking over my shoulder, wondering where my kitty is. There's a facial reconstruction show on television that's just about to make me puke and I keep wondering if Missy is going to read my response begging for another SG DVD since mine was ruined in Hurricane Katrina (along with my SG hoodie and tee *wink wink nudge nudge*). My lap is getting warm because I've got my puter sitting on it and my tummy is rumbling because he's unhappy with the quality or quantity of food I've consumed today. I want to get up and get the bottle of water that's on the TV stand, but I'm too lazy and don't want to bother anyone else to get it for me. My back is killing me, both from the bed I'm sleeping on and from leaning propped up against the wall in some odd fashion to play on the puter (which I've been shirking the past week and a half). That's about it I guess. Yeah, it sounds like a bitch session, but I deserve it, eh. Mwaha. Adios.

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