Back from North Carolina. Hurricane weather sucks. Telling Kit goodbye was quick and painless, due to the almost business-like nature it...like trying to ignore being eaten by a polar bear to save face. Yet, it IS easier to endure a stab in the head with your eyes closed, huh. But enough of that crap: my final indigity is over. And I can safely rest my head in the sweetly-scented lap of Defeat. If Defeat don't mind, that is.

School-wise, it's the same. Dropped a useless math class. In other news, nothing else is happening currently. My sister is playing Rumble Roses, I'm thinking about drawing, and there's a cat rubbing 'gainst me leg. My left eyelid is twitching, as well. *ponders on that one*

I'm thinking about drawing, but something tells me I should put down the pencil and just go to bed. What do I listen to! My hand? Or my drooping body?! We'll find out, next time on Batman!






Sgtmaj. Murphy: dismissed. Gracefully.