I got really clattered last night! I've no idea what time I eventually crawled into bed but I've just woken up and it's dark already. The clock shows 9:15pm so I've impressively slept through an entire Sunday.
Time to have a scan around the flat to see if there's any fragments of memory lying around. I feel a jetlagged day at work in store for me tomorrow.
Time to have a scan around the flat to see if there's any fragments of memory lying around. I feel a jetlagged day at work in store for me tomorrow.
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Whoa, what happened there?
so yes, i went home and stripped down and drew all over myself with washable markers and that seemed to get enough of it out of my system to get some fucking sleep so i can get the levels of effexor in my bloodstream back to normal.
and rowrl. pounding keyboards, pounding people, rowrlrowrl. *small meows suddenly* aaaand, reading your profile...i can actually send you a link to one of my lj entries where i say something like "call me rasputin, baby" if you'd like...erm. but i suppose i'm not wearing one of your shirts...but you get the idea. that's a bizarre coincidence. is it normal for girls to call themselves rasputin these days?