subject: too many midgets
mood: ill
music: flogging molly
CPCetc: attempting to ignore gurgling in stomache and newly acquired warmth on forehead
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Ooo. I haven't been sick in a while. And my tummy really hurts. And I can't remember what to do. Urk.

We did a lot of driving today, but it was just shite around town and, therefore, not actually that much. It just seemed like a lot. But I got pizza and that was good. And mushrooms and that was better. Then I came home and went to lunch with M-Sak and Teryn and got rice water and that was even better. I heart those kids. M-Sak and I hung 'round at her place for a while and watched as her parents/wren crew buddies tried (in vain, mind you) to set up a playset/swingset thing. It was amusing. And then Willhelm and Laura came over and we watched "Time Bandits". I left about five-thirty because I wasn't sure if I was required for anything (which I wasn't) and now she is back here, looking over my brother's new script and being amusing, as always.

Tomorrow I am all alone at home, though I'm sure Katiemakes will be interested in doing something, considering she's back in town now. Meaning tomorrow. So, if anyone wants to do anything or come to see me/M-Sak (who will undoubtably be around after noon), come find us. We shall be waiting. Although, probably occupied by our lecherous tendencies to read hobbit porn. Don't judge me... You haven't got tha raight!

Today's Quote was by Dave King (Flogging Molly's writer, for the most part):
I'm ugly and you know it. But you think that I'm a poet.

I don't know why, but I couldn't think of anyone else. I'm going to go drink more mineral water, as much as it's making me gag. Better than ginger, anyway.

Kirily >^.^<