Not a literal breeze though. God no. It's like 100 million fucking degrees here in Southern goddman California. Really, though, it's hot. And I hate it with the fire of my soul (get it? cause it's hot? heh.). Even though it's getting scary to make this move and all the details of it are killing me, I am so ready to leave this sweaty ass part of the world. So ready I am going out of my ever lovin' mind.
Anywaaaay.
This thing I set aside is still going to happen, I've just asked for a little postponement until I can work other details out and catch my breath.
But ask me again how I feel tonight. I may eat my words when I once again can't sleep and end up screaming in frustration at my brain that just won't effing turn off. But I plan on sedation, so here's hoping for a full night of sleepytime.
And in celebration of taking control of my life and looking forward to the first great day in a while, here's a little brilliance (thanks to Cocomo):
If you don't watch the highlarious video, you won't get the title of this post.
See how manipulative I am? Don't you love it?
No? Well then bite me.
2 comments mean you love me:
Ah, my brain also seems to have a malfunctioning off switch. However, I've decided to derive some benefit from my insomnia, so I've decided to embark on a second career as a burglar.
Burglary! Why hadn't I thought of that? That would solve my financial troubles too. Two birds, one stone. Genius!
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