This is me procrastinating

Dammit, one of my favourite CDs ever appears to be damaged, or something, on my favourite song, to boot.

*insert lots and lots of swearing here*


I love this CD.

Now it's skipping and the machine is making horrible grinding noises at me.

*cries*


I guess I'll have to replace it.

Now in the meantime I'll have to listen to something else while cleaning the pigsty that's pretending to be my apartment.

Just because

angelovernh asked people to post an uplifting picture to their LJs. So here's mine.

I contemplated posting the one of me brandishing my spork, but I decided this one was better. It's one of the ones in which my father looks happiest. Yes, it's me and my father. I am so very much a Daddy's Girl. But then, anyone who knows me can tell you that's not much of a surprise.







In case you were wondering, the photographer gave me a bit of masking tape to fiddle with so I wouldn't cry. Needless to say, I found the masking tape fascinating.

Not-quite-GIP

It's 11pm, do you know where your sanity is?

I'm not quite sure where mine went today.

I think I'm stressed out because of moving and crap. You may have noticed, boys and girls, that it doesn't take much to make Phnee stress out and flip her lid. I am, perhaps foolishly, resisting taking Seroquel to make me go to sleep.

Instead, I am half-heartedly cleaning the apartment and listening to the Beatles. The half-hearted part applies only to the cleaning.

Since my other "crazy" icon has also shamelessly ripped off song lyrics, I don't see why this icon shouldn't. Of course, the other one ripped off song lyrics that are a lot more classy, but you can't win 'em all, I suppose.

This icon, unlike the other one, is supposed to be (although this is subject to change whenever the hell I feel like it) for when I'm hypomanic or just plain crazy, nuts, round the bend, cracked, what have you.

I'm not quite sure what to do with myself right now, except clean. I have too much to do, and I'm not quite sure where to start and am feeling more than a little overwhelmed. I'm hoping it'll look less daunting in the morning.

Going to go back to mopping the floors now. That, at least, I can deal with without going completely batshit.

Isn't it kind of pathetic that I can't even deal with a small little thing like the prospect of moving out of my apartment without my brain chemistry kicking my ass?

*sigh*