Stuff and UGH.

I've just been cranky lately. Not like, RAWR! cranky but UUGH cranky. I just don't want to be bothered with anything.

Oh, wait, pessimistic. That's it.

Carry on.

We lost One (the gray gerbil) today. And Zephyr needs to go the the vet to get his teeth trimmed. $30 for something I could do myself, but I honestly don't trust myself to. Maybe after I've been shown how to do it, but not now. At least he's still eating what he can and drinking. I need to get him some more baby food or oatmeal or something.

Blah.

Stuff and FUCKING CHRIST.

Ugh. The fucking Hag is home and all she's done since she walked in the door is use the fucking phone and fucking complain. Everything was nice and quiet while she was gone, didn't even have to deal with the people upstairs making too much noise.

I wish she'd die.

Stuff and BUY ME PORN!

SOMEONE BUY ME A SUPSCRIPTION TO CLUB STRIPES. ZOMG.

(PS: Not all that work safe. Furry porn, y'know.)