I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world...

Okay, so my birthday? Evie and I went to Universal Studios. Our car broke down about a mile away from there. Our car is still in Orlando. ...Honestly, this is about par for the course for my birthdays. So now we need a new car immediately, as opposed to a new car... you know, soon but not urgently. Awesome. In the way that's... not.

I did have fun at Universal, though I was too stressed out by the stupid car trouble that I really had to crash before the Halloween Horror Nights. So that's kind of disappointing. The puppy, apparently, was so distressed by our absence that she followed our scent to the parking space where the car was, curled up there, and cried until Val had to carry her away.

I'm completely failing at writing today, and it's stressing me out. It doesn't help that my chest hurts for no good reason, right in the center, which makes breathing difficult when I have a hard enough time with that anyway, and my body is just rebelling in general. HAAATE.

I think I'm just going to stay out of chat tonight to avoid snapping at people and try to write. Or, you know, continue failing at that and end up throwing things. Whatever.

"Very hard to interfere with... Well, some hairdryers, but I'm working on that."

I should never start writing things when I'm drunk. Never.

Stupid Maggie. Stupid Time Agency. Stupid... epic... brain.

Gah. I am not seriously writing this. I am not. Except... it appears I am. Well fuck. At least it's almost November, so I can set it aside until after NaNo, but still.