Who brought me here, forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear?

This morning it felt like I had awoken from a coma. At the moment I don't feel quite.....right. I'm freezing cold. My head is cloudy. Breathing a little shallow. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep.
My dreams were tantalizingly deep and chock-full of people. People everywhere. It all seemed so real, despite the tunnel-vision and blurry pictures.

Work was not fun yesterday. As if to make my day all the more better, I had to hear Boy George TWICE. For the record; yes, Boy, I do really want to hurt you.

Ibuprofen time.

Someone just signed into MSN with the name: "It isn't a party until Hillary shoves her face in something."

"Why does everything that's good for me have to suck?"













"I'm not the percent you think survives."
-The Mars Volta