I wanna new drug

Items circulating through the brain matter this morning:

my rheumatologist is NOT on my happy list this morning, wtf, this hurts and I'm over it.

I need a new blog. New name, maybe new location. Alas, brain is fogged in and can't think straight.

I'm still going to hunt down the Universe and kick it in the balls six or seven times for L & J and G.

Short Stuff said something downright hilarious to me last night, sounding more like 30 than 3, but the brain fog has hidden it away from me and its pissing me off.


With my new haircut, if I dye it bright bright red and slick it back with lots of gel? I could TOTALLY play Columbia at the nearest midnight showing of Rocky Horror.

Wtf? I am twenty years past the RHPS roleplaying scene.

Ow.