Which I can't believe has been my mantra for the past few days. I mean, I say it, and I stare and say, "That just came out of my mouth, didn't it? What am I, sick?"
Clearly, yes. Yes, I am.
I owe comments like nobody's business. This should shock no one. I've got terrible netiquette, and I'm really sorry about that, guys. I just -- am, I suppose, entirely flaky. Or, rather, spending most of my time running around like a chicken on amphetamines with my head cut off, and that is not a pretty sight. Believe you me.
You should all expect perhaps a ridiculous amount of spam from me. Tonight, and also most likely tomorrow night. I apologize in advance, as most of it will probably be entirely cracked out, but then again, when am I not cracked out? I mean, really. When? Think on that for a bit, and get back to me.
Furthermore, hi new people? Things you should know about me (beyond the hideous netiquette, and yeah, it shames me, but I should really just own it, I suppose and try to make it into a charming character quirk if possible, like those people that smooth out your eyebrows when you talk to them) include 1) I'm very enthusiastic, 2) I am as easy as one of the dancing girls in Reefer Madness when it comes to fandoms, so you'll probably see a lot of talking about a lot of fandoms here, and 3) I'm weird. I'm really weird. I do weird things. I know. This is a shock.
So, if you wanted to just say hey, *gestures vaguely downward toward comments* offer words of encouragement regarding the total Ordeal (and I mean the kind where you have to reach into a barrel of hot coals and hold onto a burning stone in order to prove your innocence) that tonight is going to be, I'd appreciate it. Dear God, would I ever.
I'm going to go...procrastinate by cleaning. Or possibly, just procrastinate. *sobs* svmadelyn, when will it be our Day of Jubilee? When?