i've got one of those headaches that screams in cerebral membranes. i'm doing my best to make everything good for everyone.

and i honestly could care less about me.
unless it's about that whole eating thing.

today was a snow day, and i looked out of my window, and there was that snow storm that only the movies can perfect. Psh, and the weatherman said this was going to be for Chicago.

Yeah. Well, I'm quite far from Chi-town.

So, i woke up, put on some clothes and my mom told me that my nephew's friend called me "like dozens of times".
Not true. He called once. She's exaggerating because of her lack of nicotine and cancersticks. I'm really proud of her. Honestly.

And i sat for a while. . .

& frankly, i'm still sitting. i think i'll just go read. i need visual stimulation (that is not erotica).
i need a hug.

Books used to be able to provide that for me.