Um.

Hi six AM. How are you today? Cold? Yeah, I'd noticed. FUCK, man. I can't feel my mouse hand!

I'm going to update later. About the good and bad parts of my weekend avec Chrissy. It shall be formatted and HTML'd all up, and you'll read it. And you'll LIKE it.

Hey. Vicki. Guess what? I'm reading your journal. From way back when. As in... two thousand fucking THREE.

What the fuck were we ON?

I should probably sleep. Probably.

... yeah. I need to join an X-Men RPG. Or a smaller multi-fandom. Because discedo is cool and all, but... meh. I have no castmates. It's hard because I don't watch anime, and the rest of the world does, so I can't really get in on that. And all the game characters I'd play are already taken. Ahem. Doc. I'm looking at you. So I think I may drop. Ungh. I hate that. I don't want to, but... it's just not grabbing me.

That's all.

Oh wait. No it isn't. Have I mentioned that it is FUCKING COLD? Because... IT IS.

NOW that's all.

edit 0645 :: Dropped. The Minister's cat is a regretful cat. :[