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No one guessed my lie today. Maybe I should consider a career in crime.

People talk about the November blahs, but I very much enjoyed last month. It's this month that's wearing at my soul, my bones and my sanity. I'm following orders and eating steak, but my energy level is still so low that I've spent far too many hours on the couch watching CSI, Law & Order, Criminal Minds and more uplifting programs.

I'm alone in my apartment and I just heard a sound and it's creeping me out. : (

Good night.

Kleenex makes a killing

I'm sick and still trying to be productive. Do you think it'll work? At this moment, my laundry is spinning -- but so is my head.

It just doesn't seem right that I felt perfectly healthy yesterday at work, and within 37 minutes of returning to my apartment my ears, mouth, nose and throat were attacked by fall's first cold-wave. And all day at work I listened to my coworkers complain, all the while being thankful that I could still move and type and talk and write with relative ease.

There was a specific idea I wanted to blog about, but my love of complaining and the fuzzy-head-cold-thing have taken over. Maybe more meds and music and movies will trigger what I am sure was a very inspiring point. But when I do remember, I won't draw attention to it (because, really, everything I write about is awesome... at least in my eyes. And the eyes of all of my soulmates*).

* I've been waiting a long time so I think that, one day, I'll be faced with a choice of, like, 14 soulmates. I'll be developing a ranking system to see which one to take in first, and if you're still reading my blog, you can help.

Incalculable sadness (and drama)

This is how I feel.

Do you think I can run away for a year or so?

The Internet says hair grows a mere 0.5 inches per month.

Shiza. Mani. Lola.