I'm just whiny as fuck tonight. And wielding a little too much self pity. Some migraines leave me with an excess of mental energy, and I get so very twitchy. I should probably add an Ambien to the festival of pharmaceuticals in my blood, because if the pain's not going to go away I need to achieve sleep nonetheless.

I've never had Tramadol, but my not-my-guy was prescribed some for pain lingering after a car accident, and he took some just before coming over to my place.

I knew he was really fucked up when he sat down and took off his shoes and socks. He never wanders around my apartment barefoot. Twenty minutes later he reached over and put his socks back on--to this day he doesn't remember doing it, and blanches every time I bring it up.

Which means I do, weekly.

weekly.

That's remarkable restraint.

He can kill me with an eyelash.

He can kill me with an eyelash

....there are people out there who can kill ita with an eyelash?

t shocked

This is a guy who voluntarily got TASERed for five seconds this week. Okay, I'd totally do it. But he wants to do it again. And I have no illusions--I'd scream and collapse afterwards like the other voluntary victims.

Except him. He didn't scream, and he didn't sag.

Eyelash, I tell you. Eyelash.

He didn't scream, and he didn't sag.

That's uh...priapic.

Go you with finding an eyelash killer, though.

Wait! Are you dating Brock Sampson?

....don't make me start 'shipping you, ita.

So, EM hasn't been living in her own apartment for the last month. She's too afraid to be there.

So Emmett's been on a road tour and it's beginning to stress him out.

She's looking for a new place but probably won't be able to move into anything until February.

I wish...I wish she wasn't such an X factor of unpredictability sometimes.

She's good for years at a stretch, but when she goes rabbit she'll jump directly into the path of an oncoming semi with vary little brainwaves involved.

This time it is not like she did not have reason to be frightened.

I just pulled a muscle in my back. Hiccuping.

In silver lining news, the pain was enough of a startle that I seemed to have stopped hiccuping.

This is why you should not lounge in complicated positions. Or, you know, let me run my own body.