we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.
mortalcity: A blonde girl with a rabbit tattoo on her shoulder. (WG | a rabbit hearted girl)
[personal profile] mortalcity
Bluh. I'm feeling better than the past week or so - less dangerously depressed, anyway - but made of cranky. I pulled up the carpet in the office and moved my desk in there, because the rest of the house is making me too cranky to get anything done, and de-carpeting the office was easier than cleaning everything.

I still need to pull up the staples in the floor before the dog hurts herself on them, but as long as I don't let her race around the house with her ball, I have a little time before that's absolutely necessary. I'm not even going to bother with the fucking carpet boards - those are Mat's job, and I refuse to kill myself trying to wrestle with them.

I am still cranky as all fuck for a number of reasons, but I'm going to try to put that out of my mind and get something done. Writing or tags or a post or... something. I need to find something to focus on, because otherwise I'm going to fixate on the fact that I need to be at the hospital tomorrow morning. The hospital. Because I needed more reasons to freak out.
Date: 2012-01-07 11:43 am (UTC)

shank: (speaks for itself really)
From: [personal profile] shank
NEVAR. Hush your adorable face. /FLOOFCLING

...Though now I wonder if I could cling to your floof via static electricity. This is a thing that will be tested. 8|a

Space is a thing that is needed. All the time. Even with the people I like best, after a certain point it's just "......you need to back the fuck off before you are missing a limb B|"