I am allergic to the weather, and my life is pain (Read: I live in a warm area and it's cold outside and I might have poor blood circulation to my extremities, so I'm cold and sad like a wet cat)
Also, I got off the break I was on, and got immediately chainsawed in the ass by focus issues fucking up my whole life because I actually cannot do everything, apparently.
Watcher 1-1 will likely get a new part this weekend, and, if I'm lucky, two :) Love to the girls and gays and theys (my readers, I adore all of you) and thank you for your patience with the sniffles and other bellyaches <3
Ft. Emilia "Mia" Kuznetsova-Shadestone ( 2005 )
"I was powerless. My body was moving on its own. It was so painful, the unnatural way it twisted and jerked; but that pain was nothing compared to the anguish I felt as I watched my children cower in fear. I tried to tell them to run, that I wasn't myself anymore, but as the black substance filled my throat I could only gargle and moan. Do, um... do you mind if I move on to something else? I don't like thinking about that day."