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I keep meaning to post and not getting around to it. Or opening up Semagic and staring at the little window for a while, sighing, and shutting it down again. I would think I was depressed if the drugs weren't telling my brain differently. Weird.
To top off the awfulness, I just got an angry email from a so-called friend (RL, that is) bitching me out for not having returned a phone call about two months ago. The call in question was of the "Are you going to this club tonight? I'm going to be there" kind. Since I got the message around 2 am, I didn't call back. Do I deserve to be bitched out for that? I don't think so. So now I'm feeling both weird and pissy. Joy to the world.
I'm going to go hide my head in my spanking new comic book porn until the world does go away.
To top off the awfulness, I just got an angry email from a so-called friend (RL, that is) bitching me out for not having returned a phone call about two months ago. The call in question was of the "Are you going to this club tonight? I'm going to be there" kind. Since I got the message around 2 am, I didn't call back. Do I deserve to be bitched out for that? I don't think so. So now I'm feeling both weird and pissy. Joy to the world.
I'm going to go hide my head in my spanking new comic book porn until the world does go away.
