Feeling: silly and loud and deaf
Listening to: Vienna Teng, Evanescence, Mozart, and Dvorak
Reading/Watching: almost finished with Time of the Twins

I am singing my guts out. Because it's fun.

And Miller came and knocked on the apartment door, and I didn't hear it.

He called my phone (it's sitting on the counter five feet away), and I didn't hear it.

He knocked again, louder, and I didn't hear it.

Nimsay comes in, tells me, "Someone's knocking on the door."

That, I hear.

I answer the door with an innocent expression, still singing.

...What? It feels damn good, and tends to occupy the auditory portions of my head.

My MSN name currently says StoopidDeafKatiebird. I was about to change it, after boosting my confidence on the phones today, but on second thought, I'll leave it there.

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