Clothes: Black pants, black shirt, black sandals, stripey arm socks (finally stolen back from Nicole), watch, red bracelet. My hair is tied in a knot, but the remainder - almost as long as Nicole's hair - is like a ponytail. I'm so Gothic, I bleed cobwebs and tears. Or something.
Mental: First I was told I was schizophrenic, now I'm told I'm depressed. Bull-Honkey. I don't believe either.
Emotional: Blaaahh. I feel nothing. Well, no, that's not true. I'm a sponge. I just absorb it all. Schlluuuurrrp. That's the sound of absorption, ladies and gents.
Social: I'd be content never seeing anyone again. But maybe that's just me. I think so. Kelly was here earlier. Our house was full of crazy people. My head still hurts from the screams. Madness, I tell you. Madness in shopping carts.
Creative: I am such a slug. I've gotten nothing done. But hopefully the ridiculous amounts of caffeine I'm planning on ingesting in the form of Diet Dr. Pepper will aid the creative process. Or kill me. Both are distinct possibilities... Or I might not do that at all and just go to sleep. That sounds appealing as well.
Misc: Am contemplating purchasing myself a paid account. Will probably wait until I move. Struck upon the interesting realization that my sentance structure is almost invariably choppy. Hmm. As though I'm making notes.
*talking into hand* Note to self: Buy a recording device...
I want my insomnia back. Sleeping all the time is dreadfully annoying.
Quizzage: Actually, while I've not altogether stopped taking the blasted things, I've stopped posting them. How interesting.