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feeling: owwww =_=
listening to: Matsu Takako - Sakura Fuwari
Gah. In true opposite-of-last-week fashion, I have had a nice run of restless nights this week. There have been headaches, aching eyes, my nephew, my cat, bad dreams... yeah, even on the nights I was able to get a decent amount of sleep, the dreams were enough to make nights restless. And as a result, I'm not tired, but I'm not awake either. Just... idle.
There are other factors in that, of course. Mostly today. Nephew was here to make me his windup doll again, and this time he also made me his jungle gym, climbing and squirming and pawing all over me... sharp elbows and hard skull jabbing and bruising some very tender flesh... ahem. *whine* Still sore, and not exactly at my most perky after that.
Then he left and I got started on a Photoshop play-around session that, if successful, I planned to use for my Kiwamu fanart... but after about 2 hours of work, just when it was starting to take shape, the power went out. Which also knocked out our internet for... I dunno, half an hour or so. Tried again later with a slightly different idea, but scrapped it on my own... then started a third that I think is actually the one success of the three, and this time I saved the frigging thing. Still don't think I'm gonna be able to finish this fanart in a week and a half though. And the part I laid out tonight is just the background (or main idea of it)... still no idea what to do for the actual Kiwamu... had an idea, but I'm afraid it'd clash too much with the BG. So then I thought of another possible BG that wouldn't clash so much... and... well, I like BG idea #1, but not with Kiwamu idea #1... and BG idea #2 wouldn't work with Kiwamu idea #1... and Kiwamu idea #2 does not exist... and I'm confusing myself, so I'll move on.
Ow. Sudden random stomach cramp.
Anyway... then a certain short tempered Asian boy I happen to, ah, communicate with has been annoying the crap out of me and my dear Calla... being all snarky and pompous and confusing at various points *still trying to piece my brain back together after the last convo*... but it's impossible to be mad at him, because as a defense mechanism, he has learned to be sickeningly CUTE, even when he ticks people off. >_< Makes you want to kill him by constriction of hugging.
Also, the mini-punk Pixel has had puffy swim bladder problems twice this week. Bloated, floating at the surface, can't swim down and stay there no matter how she tries. Kinda funny though... she doesn't seem to realize anything's wrong with her. Little live wire still flits all over the tank waggling and barking at me when I come within sight, like the demented little attention-craving pixie she is.
Owww. Stupid evil little nephew elbows. Hurts just to bring my arms together in front of me and type. =___= I've never wanted a massage so bad in my life...
I'm kidding.
:P
*slowly backs away*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 11/12/2004 01:55:00 AM
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