Great...

And the throwing up commences. *headdesk*

Figures. Just my bloody luck. Now how am I supposed to survive this week?

yay!

Woke up this morning with nothing but a stuffed-up nose. Course, I've only been awake about 20 minutes. But, no dizzyness or headachy or nausea *knock on wood*. Thank God. Really can't handle a full blown winter virusy fluy thing right now. And now to get to work on the stuff I couldn't do yesterday *sigh*.

*whistles*

Here, muse! Here, boy, come on! *squeeks the squeeky toy*

My muse has run away. *pouts*

If anyone sees him, can you send him home please? I miss him very much *sniffle*

Move along - melodramaesque post.

Probably not of interest to anyone but me, but I just took Chris's pictures I had in frames out. Put them away. It's time.

And honestly, I'm okay. It feels okay now. Feels right, you know?

I was holding on to something that wasn't there, hasn't been there for a long time. I actually felt like if I just believed or hoped it so, he'd come back and we'd be so in love. I was thinking last night - I'm done. He left to follow his own dream, to make himself happy. Now I need to do the same thing. So it's time. It was what it was and what it was is over, and I kind of feel like it now. I can't explain it, but it just feels...nice.

In the meantime, the most important thing in my life right now is school. I've spent too much time worrying and crying and stressing over something that honestly wasn't worth it. So this is me, refocusing.

I feel...good.

GIP

And! The Oscars! *squee*

Whoa

Emotional much? The new OnStar commercial just brought out a tear or two.

Stupid kids.

Okay

Now...I didn't see it, but was Aviator that good? Jesus - what is it now, 6 awards? Christ. Nearly every category they've gotten it.

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Final Oscars spam of the night - I've said it before and I'll say it again. Clint Eastwood is a fool and the only award he deserves is a eulogy.