Dealing with the important life questions.

Like "What colour is annwyd's hair?"

Like "What would a hippie ninja do?"

Like, "How the heck did brooksmoses get 94% compatible with me on that LJMatch sillything, and wind up in the bottom half of my chart?"

Gods, it's a relief to be frivolous.

Though I should stop being frivolous and be pragmatic and clean the catbox and get the trash together and take the laundry out of the dryer. I've fed the snakie and protected him from the rampaging Arthur with a flannel shirt.

I'm not good. But I'm not melting down anymore, at least not at the moment. So I guess I'm okay.

On the bright side

The stress-induced nausea did not lead to me throwing up on the keyboard. I put the computer down first.

I'm not sure if the not on the keyboard has gotten me better balanced, because I keep dipping into bits of howling and rocking and generally losing my voice and hello, that was an honest-to-gods gibber. I didn't know people actually did that. But it's at least gotten Darkhawk up to partial front so I can try to start dealing.

I think I'm going to find my cellphone and put it in my pocket. In case of . . . I don't know. Something.

Gotta stop coughing. It hurts.

[ oneironaut, you're wonderful, by the way. I think I'm breathing again. ]