ehhhhhhh

Ugh. Sick again. I want to throw up. and then find a nice, dark hole to crawl into. And then maybe die there? but there be Matcounts. another good reason to crawl into a hole, but I did promise Pretzel I would make it there. such is my luck...

A while ago i posted about a differnt kind of illness- borderline. After reading a book that describes several examples, i have come to the conclusion that it is more serious than i thought, and i probly do not have it. I have many symptoms of many mental illnesses, but not enough to be actually crazy. Semi-sanity is weird...

Also on the illness subject, Blair is back. not that anyone remembers or was ever able to be involved, but i thought i'd mention it. its the last time i will do so.

Noise: my sister is blasting KISS fm on the living room stereo. It is unbearable even through the wall. Especially Toxic. But you know that song that starts with the maniac laugh? Feel Good Inc. i guess? The laugh is creepy-cool at full blast. but my ears hurt. and my brother was also playing our electric piano at top volume. randomly pummeling it. i am annoyed.

and my brothers were fighting over the piano. which leads to the bet: if James can go from Midnight to Midnight without fighting with Robbie, I will do one night of chores for him. It is obvious i will win. Not that i get anything out of it if I win. But im about to change that.