MMMmmmmm… knee throbbing goodness.

My mood is better. I’m still pretty bitchy and pissy. But I don’t hate myself nearly as much as I did last night and this morning. There’s nothing I can do about it now but apologize, really. And by my roomate’s own philosophy, I’ve apologized, so the matter should be done. Period. That’s what he wants to be treated with, that’s how he should treat me in this situation.

Indignance and righteous indignation. Whoo, boy!

“How should I feel?! Tell me, how does it feel, to treat me like you do?!” – Orgy (remake)

She called me and let me know she cut her hair. She wants me to see it soon, and says that she hopes I like it. I… I… *sigh* Oh, Draconis…

Plans are cementing themselves. I’m doing laundry tonight (woo hoo) and then tomorrow morning, and I are heading back down to the Detroit area. I’ll be checking out ConFusion at the VanDyke Park Hotel, then heading to IPM later that night. I may leave IPM early to go and check out the Lab and hang with . I’m hoping to see her at the con as well.

I miss . Where are you?

I miss my Ohio peeps. I want to experience ‘s uber-confidence zone. I want to get a back rub from ; so few people can deal with my back muscles that seem to fight back against whoever’s attempting to relax the skippy. I want to meet and ‘s baby.

The snow outside is fucking beautiful.