So, what's the thing you shouldn't do if you've had ouchy back pains of death due to a kidney infection? Oooh, ooh, I know this one! You shouldn't fall down the steps and land square on the small of your back. Which is exactly what I did on Saturday night. I'm still sore as all hell. I also hit my left shoulder and forearm. Ow, ow, ow.

So, I've been in bed a lot, watching season six of Buffy. It's funny how the first time I saw this season, I could appreciate the dark place they were trying to go to, but I couldn't connect because I hadn't experienced it. Yet, that is. A few years ago, it was all about Buffy doing the thousand-yard-stare and being all avoidy. It was okay, but it wasn't Buffy-as-normal. And now I get it-- that weird depression that comes with being in your early twenties and having no fucking clue how to cope with life. Your friends are changing, your love life is nothing like you remembered it to be, finances suck, and you've lost the clarity of teenagerdom. What do you fight when there's no clear battle, only a series of gray days all in a row? I feel like I'm watching the season with new eyes. I'm still not completely on board with the Trio, though. Thematically, I get it, but they're kind of boring to watch.

Also, my internet has been off at home. I can't check email or make posts or do anything until AOL stops being fucktarded. I've told my parents for years that AOL is screwy and stupid, but they never believed me. Grr. Arrgh.

And here's the part where I gush about BPAL. It's escapism, people. I get that.

( I got my Halloween order.Collapse )

( And Yule scent babble!Collapse )

Okay, back to work. Ho hum.