I'm feeling rather blah today...in case you hadn't noticed. I'd like to crawl back in bed, pull the covers over my head, and wait until tomorrow. Not a great plan, by any means. But definitely one that is appealing.
We moved middle chicken's stuff into the spare bedroom so she now has a room of her own. (Maybe the cluster that follows her will be ALSO be restrained to that room. Somehow I doubt it.)
So. I'm supposed to be writing. But I'm having some seriously financial issues due to the worthless shit I was with for quite some time. Nothing like running up a massive phone bill...getting your own phone...and refusing to pay the massive bill you ran up. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I'm rather foul right now. Which, as you all know, absolutely murders the creativity. Quicker than staking a vampire. *tapping fingers*
Does Red Bull work? 'Cause I need some wings.
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