I don't care how you do it, just.

[aruan]

I've felt weird in the head from the moment I stepped into the office. Just, not quite here. I've been having intense daydreams all day, but apparently I've moved on to being rendered incapable of comprehending normal, directed-at-me speech. Not useful for my line of cross-office-shouting work.

Last night, I brought half-price Russel Stover heart-shaped box chocolates in to work and between that, the Leonardo's floating around and some microwaved popcorn in the midnight clutch, things were good. Tonight, nothing. I'm not hungry, I just have an oral fixation and no time to run down to the gas station for some gum or Starburst.

I lost a week. Like, literally. February 1st-8th are gone from my life, and I have no clue what happened, how, to whom, where, and what they resulted in, and worst of all, there's simply no way I can go through that kind of backlog if only because of LJ's limitations. It's the first time I've ever had to write off any missed LJ time as a wash. I'll go back and catch up on the pictures and media, but there's no feasible way to go back through everyone's journals individually, and this pains me more than you know. *hugs you all*

Maybe I am hungry after all. Someone order me a pizza?

"Commas are back in style."
-Kelly