I am going to whine a little bit here because I haven't gotten a thing done except for cry a lot and read random articles. Also been sleeping and seeing a chiropractor my insurance doesn't want to pay for. Would've been nice to know before I was like four appointments away from treatment being over! Stupid insurance.
To come to a point, people of the blogosphere, you haven't been the only ones neglected. My responsible self has taken a back seat to the one who wants to stab people with forks (please don't go thinking this would actually happen. I value not having a criminal record) and wonders if her dose of Zoloft is too low. And I've just come to the realization that the pants I threw willy nilly on the floor still have a dollar in them that I never did discover the owner to. Crap.