Love is not a victory march; it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
So tired of pudding.
Teeth are fine. Tongue hurts like a filthy mamalocker.
...And just to let you know, all the spoilers online lied.
Tired, working, sleeping not going well.
Wish I had something of interest to write.
I just made bread.
Oh my freaking god.
It's Amish Sweet Bread, drizzled with honey? Uuuuaaagh.
It's so good.
Plantsim mommy + newly spawned baby.
Baby outside, playing in puddle.
I pause. "THEY SHOT MY BABY!"
Who actually uses the Livejournal IM service?
It's 90 degrees.
Jesus. I feel like I'm melting.