Jobs that pay good rock. My parents, however, suck. Or at least my mom does. And my brother is re-living my life and also joinging femgeeks. And my new coat's zipper broke but I'm stealing my dad's old leather jacket that i'll be wearing with all my buttons. Nat and I are writing more U2 chatfic, and Steve's in chat being quote-able and things should be good, on the whole, but they're not. I feel like curling into a big ball and dying.
Proper entry to follow. Maybe.
My head hurts.