Secondly, my uterus is staging a rebellion against me, again. I've launched a counter attack with many many Aleves, but alas, it seems that our forces are equally arrayed and there has been little to no change. Damn you, uterus. Damn you.
Thirdly, I continue to not move forward on my yuletide fic, which is a lifestyle choice that I probably wouldn't characterize as particularly *valid* or anything, but it's what's happening.
Fourthly, and I've saved the best for middle so as to not start off in a place of OMGSPAZZSQUEE but to lead up to it, kind of, and give you a full range of emotions within this post, OMGSPAZZSQUEE
Fifthly, I have my apartment alllll to myself, and it is a wondrous thing. All the crappy scifi I want, and no one to make me watch E! True Hollywood stories. I love my roomates, but I do love my solitude as well.
Sixthly, I have a sickness, and it's called 'Listening Over and Over to David Gray-Itis'. Seriously, the amount of times today ALONE that I've listened to 'This Year's Love' is just not for the best. Honestly.