ungh.

[dragonlady7]

Good mood: gone.
Day: Was stupid.
Hate: Everything and everyone.
Now: Will go soak in bath. (Even though fucking bathtub is too small for full-grown humans. It's a toss-up: stand on feet that hurt, or sit on ass that hurts? Can't decide.)
After: Will write about dead and dying Elves.
Hopefully: A foul mood is conducive to the wholesale slaughter of the Fair Folk.
It's sort of my only hope.

I can't decide whether Dave doesn't care, or has decided it's my turn to do the dishes. Either way the kitchen's a disaster. I have to not think about it right now or I'll break something. The mood, it is bad, so very bad. I am annoyed, because I had thought my good mood was a thoroughly good one, but it is revealed to me as such a superficial thing that I cannot even be pleased that I have lost another five pounds over the last month or two. It just doesn't matter: there are many many things conspiring to piss me off at the moment to the point that the rest of it is rather beyond helping.

Maybe once I've fucked up the shit of some undeserving Noldor I'll finally be able to reply to various lovely comments and emails I've received over the last couple of days. We'll hope.

Comments

[tehta.livejournal.com]

I find that tormenting noble Elves always makes *me* feel better.

[fileg.livejournal.com]

perhaps this will cheer you up (http://www.jbox.com/IMAGE/3fi1p)

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Oh my, Moomin crackers.

It reminds me of a banner ad I saw once that read, in animation: "Japanese candies: Some taste like fruit. Some taste like fish." It was really funny and I couldn't stop laughing.

Ahhh well.

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

Actually, losing five pounds may be one of the few things that does matter. Because no matter what shit blows your way, you're more able to deal with it when your healthy.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Or lighter and thus more nimble so I can duck!
*ducks*

Whee! (Am rather giddy at the moment, for no real reason.)

I hope your health is improving, by the way. :)