Been reading “The Mists of Avalon.” Its interesting, but I feel like I’ve been reading it forever, and getting nowhere. I’m half tempted to just give up on it, really. Not like I’ve ever been into the Arthurian legend, anyway.

Of course, it may just be my mood. I’m not having such a great day. Of course, its better than last year, seeing as I’ve only had one crying fit today, and it came while I was typing up an RP post. The sparkly boy in my head is very unhappy.

I’m not so happy myself, but I’ve been sleeping in weird little clumps lately, and that tends to leave me feeling constantly tired, and tired very easily becomes weepy for me. Especially as we enter holiday season.

My mother made a comment the other day about knowing what she’s getting me for Christmas, and it makes me very nervous. The only things I can remember being vocal about wanting were a new desktop, and a binding machine. Out of the two, the binding machine would be better, because its a hell of a lot cheaper, but I really didn’t want either for a gift, it was just me being yearny. I particularly don’t want either one as a gift at a time that already makes me feel like a warm bag of fermenting vomit. Expensive gifts don’t make me feel happy and cared about, they just make me feel even more depressed and guilty. Fuck, I can get weepy and guilty over a $3 video, can you imagine what a $150 machine would do?