The Stars and the Cookie Jar

...take my hand, and let me sleep...

Okay, so I stop RP'ing like a good girl and try to go to sleep, even reading a supremely dry book on the wives of Henry VIII, and I get the damn nightmares.

I'm telling you, my life is trying to kill me.

(collective hug) And everybody is so nice, and so supportive. I feel bad even posting anymore, because things get no better, 's for damn sure. Ah, well, I'll be home in less than a week....

Such nightmares. I'm going to be a bloody bitch at work tomorrow. Custies beware... (I can usually keep from killing and eating my partners. I find my patience for the clientele, however, diminishing. Did you know we charge .25 at my store for water without purchase, now? ::grins moste evilley:: )

Dance without me; you dance so gracefully. I really think I'll be okay; they've taken a toll, these latter days.