Ok, so I actually had a blog I was going to post. But then everything from the waist down decided to revolt at once, and now I can't think well enough to post anything of any substance. Fucking PCOS. I would like to die now, please. Quickly and painlessly.
I'm a bad slave girl. But...I'm not always like this. I'm not really sure who hijacked my body and replaced me with this whiny, needy, clingy person prone to tears at the least provocation.
B. and J. are probably going to drown me and hide my body. Not that I'd blame them.
I have so much to do and no inclination to do it. I also want to die. I may have mentioned that before. And I miss them. *Wails*
OMG, wtf is wrong with me?