serafaery

Forced my roommates to sit and watch Once More With Feeling with me, after an episode of Dr. Who. Now all the songs are running through me and it makes me very happy.

Would have a beer but I'm way too sick for that silliness.

Too emotional to respond coherently to comments right now. I cry upon reading all of them. Sorry about that. My brain no workie.

I'm really tired of hating myself, treating myself like garbage, having terrible health, a terrible sex life, a terrible emotional life, zero physical activity or strength. I miss skating. Even if I have to take unpaid time off of work, I have got to get into some serious physical therapy and get back on my feet. I will kill myself if this continues.

Gunna call Dove Lewis and see if they might have someone who would do a consultation with me, with Willow's chart info, sans cat.

Spike: ~I hope she fries, I'm free if that bitch dies! ... I better help her out.~