I’m feeling swift and aware. I’ve been slowly attempting to clean my room (very slowly…think arthritic snail with ADD) and this evening, I pulled the middle drawer of my desk out so I could go through it, maybe clean it out. A good idea, in theory. However, theory failed to take into account that I haven’t opened the fucking thing in about two years, and that completely removing a drawer from a desk, by yourself, when your only real idea of its contents is “um…stuff” is a stupendously stupid act. Banged the fuck out of my arm, yo. I’ve got a nicely purpling bruise framed by two long scrapes. Yay. >.< On the upside? I’m several kinds of in love with this layout. *snugs Ron* I need to shop. And. Stuff. Did I mention I’m also tired for no apparent reason? Bleh. Oh, hey, Kipley’s on.