I'm cold, but with a blanket I'm hot. I'm tired, but I'm not sleepy. I want to write, but I think I might be fine with never doing that again. Guess which one of these bothers me more. I'm discontent but I'm alright. Hell, had a fun enough conversation with luzdeestrellas--whose username I still cannot spell without looking it up--that I'm downright giggly.

I will rule the world someday, and oh but that'll be great.

Also: I am such a sheep. Baaaah. I don't know why I play these games, except for that whole 'whore for attention' thing. And that whole 'enjoys pain' thing. I've got a lot of things. I've been randomly quoting House. It's beginning to worry me.

I think I'm gonna take tomorrow off. Not off work, sadly, but offline. I'll just watch my House DVDs and... actually that's pretty much the plan right there.

And tomorrow--oh, alright, today--is the 16th. It's the official two weeks until mark for Serenity. I might start counting down days. And if you think I won't you are crazy like River without the neat ability to shoot with your eyes closed thing. So there.

I so have nothing to say. It's amazing how long a post from me can be when I've got nothing to say. So. Um. Goodnight. And I heart you and all that jazz.