Gods, its hot in here. Blyeargh. I just cracked my neck, which I’m not supposed to do, on chiropractor’s orders….but like, it was all, “Bitch, I ain’t movin’!” and I just kind of moved my head kind of up and back, and…crack. *blinks* It feels better now, tho….

So, I was flipping channels, and I paused at this little nothing channel, and watched some British band for awhile, and I was kind of liking them….and then I realized it was Wings. >.< *sighs* I really don’t have anything to say, but Scribble.nu is in this perpetual state of gay, and I don’t feel well enough to work on anything, and honestly? I’m hideously lonely at the moment. This seems very odd to me, because, um. I hate people. Sniper shots are welcome. I’ll just be sitting here listening to weird music and reading Glue. I’d apreciate it if you could aim your shots so that no gore splashed on the book.