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Because I'm too depressed to talk about politics Feeling: worried In order to obtain information I desperately need, I have been sent on a reconnaissance mission. Being subtle is really not my strong suit. This should be interesting. And I know Miller will welcome the chance to watch me bumble around all pseudo-detective-like, Punky Brewster meets Nancy Drew. In other news, I cannot stop worrying about other people. Bri, her dad, Nimsay, Lynne, Satan, Drew, Kiki, Miller, etc. I sit there and worry, and get frustrated that I can't do anything to help. And when I talk to mon coeur about it, his solution is to kiss me until I shut up. ...It's not such a bad solution. Comments? 1 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |