which I'm sure people have noticed, but my brain is full of fuck and my stomach hasn't been able to keep much of anything down for like the past week, and I've been having to go to work still because my job says fuck you, you're a temp, go temp you little temp, and fuck them and I hate the world and narco has been bringing me soup which has been awesome until it doesn't want to stay with me and I drew a thing which I'll post in a moment but I just kind of want to go back to being dead again because I don't think I've really been consious at home for more than about three hours in the last week while I've been at the house and punctuation is overrated.


I'll look at notes and shit later. I'm going to go die again.