Wednesday, August 12, 2009


I'm feeling stressed and frustrated and ready to climb back into the little walled-off space I've so carefully created for myself all of these years. I'm resisting but, y'know, sometimes resistance is futile, or something.

I'm pretty sure that I just need to get a decent amount of sleep tonight (Cardo and I tossed around all freaking night last night, finally falling asleep well after three only to wake up at 6:45) and clean the apartment (continue with the purge and all). I also might need some chocolate.

By the way, the ice cream was actually good, really, really soft, but good.