brian=fried

today i feel: bashful
today i'm hearing: chelsea pwning free cell
today i'm thinking: there really is something terribly wrong about prepackaged organic foods

New stuff up at Emerald Ink. Feel free to check it out if you are so inclined. And Chelsea can shut her mouf. *thbbttp*

I've been packing most of the day. Last night was really rather rough and I needed to recoup. ...By failing my German test and passing out for a few hours. I didn't even hear my phone when it went off. What does that say? Then I was trudged off to luncheon, trudged off to my Play Anal final, trudged off to the Golden Arches, and promptly filled with glee by delicious sweet tea. Mmm mmm sweet tea. And I was doing pretty well, packed up a lot of my stuff, things like that. Now I'm kind of on the downhill again. But I was just really up, so that makes sense.

It is a sad time when there is low joy in the room of love. I think that this should not happen very often.

So now I'm typing up a quick blog while Chelsea waits for Down-the-Hall-Matt to come back and I wait for the puppy to call. If he calls. That's always up in the air. And I have nothing terribly profound to say. Just that I'm writing again and that feels really good. I've missed it.