I am tired. I went downstairs to sleep but Matt and chubs were already sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb them.
No one is online.
Very lonely. All my readers for, well, everything, have disappeared. Sucks
I think I am getting a cold and that is depressing me.
Listening to Hendrix.
Visit my sister. Yeah, actually my real life sister.
The Reviews are on hiatus because no one seems to do any reviews so until I can get those in I can’t do a darn thing. I totally need reviewers.
Acquire seems to be dead in the water. Perhaps I should just get rid of it?
I did a lot of skins/layouts the last few days yet I have yet to get more than 2 or so, replies on if they are even decent. Ugh. I am whiny and I know it. I guess I am fustrated. I am one of those people that need constant reassurement that they are doing okay, that their creations are decent. I am a feedback whore.
I want to do a new layout for Pagan Voice but I have no clue what. I want it to be paganish themed but not blatantly so, and yet have everyone like it.
New singer I like – Brooke Allison.
I wish I had a printer. I wish I had a scanner. My 21st birthday is coming up in October, anyone want to give me an early present? Heh.
I am so pessimistic these days. No clue why.
It is a full moon tonight.
I think I damaged my right index finger. The past few days it has been in intense pain. Not sure why. No swelling or bruising, but it hurts. Pretty damn bad. No money to see a doctor though. No money for anything these days.
Sometimes I feel like the only thing keeping me going is my son. Otherwise I would have no purpose in this life.
Ugh. What more to say? It is like talking to myself, yet to the world at the same time. Aren’t I the mental patient this morning.
Well, that is all I can even think of at the moment as I listen to my 1150 mp3s. *yeah load them all into Winamp and look at the count number, I have it set on random, I fear when Journey will come up*