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Random musings from the cabbit...

• Due to my absentmindedness, the rough framework of plans detailed in the previous posting didn't include any of the equally rough timeline information. As things stand, nothing will be implemented until the new year at earliest.


• My memories may well be candy-coated. It's something I've mulled over more than once myself. That's part of the reason for things being laid out so carefully, and with such distance in time. Being sure is something that's very VERY important to me; I've made enough mistakes, and would like to prevent further error.


• The pizza at Chuck E. Cheese's is beyond bad. Words fail at describing the utter badness of it. In fact, I'm fairly certain that what they used for cheese is the same stuff that The Home Depot sells as spackle.


• My head hurts.


• Kicking someone's arse three races out of three on a head-to-head snowmobile racing game is a sweet, lovely sensation. It's better still if the person you STOMPED ALL OVER (BOOYAH!) had just loudly proclaimed you to be a 'no talent loser'. He left the party early, immediately following his defeat. Gee, I wonder why? :p


• Victory dances should not be done by a fibromyalgia sufferer with two bad knees. Even if 'victory dance' is just 'standing up after the game is over and reaching for your soda'. That's all it was, really... and the end result was a lump on the head and a dent in one of the skeeball machines...


• Skeeball machines don't make very nice hats.


• Skeeball machines, while we're at it, are -hard-. :p


• My head hurts. You know, given the trend in lawsuits, maybe I should sue the maker of the Skeeball machine? I mean, that makes as much sense as suing McDonalds for selling you a -hot- cup of coffee, right? Bah. I think I'll be atypical and take responsiblity for my own clumsiness. No point discrediting anyone else. :p


• The fixture in the hallway blows a lot of light bulbs. Time to get that checked.


• My head -really- hurts.

I'm going to go to bed. Hopefully the headache'll be gone tomorrow. I need to be able to think when I get to the doctor's appointment tomorrow; there've been some nasty nasty depressive spikes that've scared me, and my therapist said I should tell him. I just wish I understood him. *sigh* It used to be that I could understand any English speaker, regardless of how heavy their cultural/regional accent was. Those days are gone, it seems. I just have to listen harder.

*hugs*
~Ellie-chan