My room seems wrong, the bed won't fit, I cannot seem to operate...

[allfireburns]

My back has randomly decided it wants me dead. I really don't know what to do about this, other than whimper in pain. Backrubs and painkillers help a little, and Evie is my hero, but OW.

Sleep schedule is still doing wacky things. *Grumble* ONE DAY I'm going to conquer it, I swear.

Thanks to Chris' meme, I ended up making three new journals yesterday. One of them I will never use, I apparently just decided having it was necessary. Maybe I just wanted to play with icons. The other two, however... I desperately want to play them. Somewhere. Dammit, I have to stop collecting characters.

Stalled on writing by updating the Doctor and Tosh's playlists, before Box.net decided it hates the living and refused to let me upload anything more. Tosh continues to have the saddest playlist ever, though with slightly more happy than she had the last time.

And I swear I'm going to go do something productive now. Really.

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...Yeeeah, more journals over here. BUT I HAVE EXACTLY THIRTY--damn. Did not count personal. EW THIRTY ONE--oh wait no that's a prime number! That's okay! THINGS ARE OKAY. I am not allowed to make eleven more journals just so I can have 42, I am not allowed to make eleven more journals just so I can have 42...

ONE DAY TOSH WILL HAVE ALL THE HAPPY. AND THE WORLD WILL BE GOOD. (And on that topic, saying that made me go look at the Rift Memes page on the Wiki because it makes me happy, and I was suddenly struck by the thought that if I was ever kidnapped by not nice people, assuming they didn't gag me the first minute they grabbed me, I would just sit there and scream "I HAVE LEGITIMATE QUESTIONS!" Because I would have legitimate questions. But that pertains to nothing. I was just thinking about it.)

So, um, in conclusions MEMES ARE LOVE and I am random and occasionally have legitimate questions.