I Just Can't Walk Away

Sooooo, sometime tomorrow, the fun drive to hell shall begin. I'm not actually dreading it as much as I say I am. I figure if I bitch and moan enough, it'll offset the odds that something will go horribly, horribly wrong. I have now jinxed that beyond all possible reason, eh? Oops.

I am vexed. I checked my mail today and there's something from MCR about their Famous Last Words vid premiering yesterday. Only I did the math and they sent that stupid thing maybe an hour before it would have aired. Unfair!

I am also vexed by the fact that the 96wave morning show sucks. It's so lacking in entertainment that I hear them speaking and I immediately turn the station. I'll turn it back ten minutes later and they're still talking. Shut up already! God, I loathe chatting on the radio. I'm firmly in the no talk radio camp, but especially so during the morning when I just want to listen to something recorded after 1983 that doesn't necessarily involve someone singing about how they're gonna love you all night long. [Ick.]

If Mumsy comes home soon, I can get my errands done this morning and then pass the fuck out. I've been so tired lately and I don't know why. I understand on days when I short myself in the sleep department, but I've been better this week, yet I still only find myself waking up for about an hour at work. The rest of the time is spent in a haze. Not even Scrubs therapy is helping. Oh sure, I laugh until it hurts, but the usual effect it has on me [normally, I stay freakishly happy] is gone long before I drag myself upstairs. Hmm. I could spend awhile pondering this, or I could just go stare at the door and wait for Mumsy.

My right knee/leg and somewhere in my back that feels like it's directly connected to said knee hurts like a fucking bitch. Normally I wouldn't phrase it exactly like that, but oh my god it hurts. I don't know what the hell I did to it. I was fine when we unloaded the truck and since all I had to do for that was catch the boxes and totes as they flew down the rollers and scan the barcode, it really wasn't enough to do anything to my knee. My elbow, sure. Fingers? Why not. But not my knee or even my back. So. Much. Pain. It's not as bad right now, but waiting for my ride after I got off work, and the hour before I got off work? I nearly cried. Numerous times.

And normally I would have just scrapped this, but Dru actually looks cute. Which, you might have noticed, is next to impossible to catch on film. Or... in pictures. Whatever. Photographic proof is hard to come by.


( Could I? Should I? )

And also, why we do not let Dinah dress herself anymore.
( Dinah )

( Pullips and magazines. A match made in heaven. Really. )

Totally pointless, but I wanted to see if the camera could work without sunlight doing it's magic. Woo.

Oh. Hair:

Both should be darker, but I won't tweak 'em color wise.