Week-long migraine.

By the time I am able to collect myself sufficiently to make the real post this blog has been in dire want of, to provide myself of a situantioner, in order to help me understand...what, I don't even know, just understand... my dad needs his lappy back.

Besides, people who act as if they have perennial problems when they don't, have a great tendency to annoy me. And I am so afraid of becoming like that, although it seems likely, because I don't even know what the hell my problem is.

Or is not posting another excuse to ignore the crumbling of all my carefully built structures, and to keep myself from facing the fact that I seem to be on the shortest road to Shitville?Say that over and over. See if you can do it. Shortest road to Shitville. Shortest road to Shitville shortest road to shitville shirtest road to shotville shotest road to shirtville.

GODS, but I've become so BORING.