just had a cat dropped on her head... 4 cats do not fit on 1 cat tree while chasing 1 laser dot... and I was the idiot sitting under them...

can't see, breath, taste, smell, or hear... Old glasses, and ARMY BF may have given her a cold / strep... Gah...

completely drained, even after the nice relaxing break of seeing pretty luminarias and going to Olive Garden with a good friend.

got scared awake @ 2 a.m. and had a hard time sleeping, then cramped up both calves @ 5 a.m.; now feels like walking dead.

a whole array of emotions, but has no idea how to act on them... should she cry, scream, or kill somebody? Decisions...

to confirm if the Friday Fiction class is still meeting at AK's in the morn.

a TARDIS.

ideas for a short storyboard that she can turn into a short 5-15 second animation w/ sound... her own brain is dead.

depressed. Wintertime+Sena=Possible Murder Suspect

snow and cold. It makes everybody stay indoors. Which creates cabin fever. Which makes 'vacation' turn into 'prison.'