Writing Depravation Does Weird Things To Me: For the last few weeks, I've been really giggly. To the point of where I want to slit my own throat.
What even tops that is when I added a comment to a friend's LiveJournal entry. Not all that bad in itself. We all type notes about things we read. Well, this one was longer than the entry. The entry was pretty damned sizable. Given the LJ format and all.
I've been flirting with everyone. That sort of goes along with the giggling, doesn't it? Even people I normally wouldn't dream of "doing". Just a casual flirt. But all the flippin' time...
What have I become?!
In an effort to find the answer, I've decided to start writing again. An effort to save the masses I try so vainly to kill at every turn. This is more for my own sanity than for their's.
Not that my sanity hasn't already fallen into tiny little pieces and slipped through the cracks of my carpeted floor.
See that made no sense, I'm coming back. Slowly and in waves. But I'm getting there.
Yes!
Today's Preferred Torture Method: Not getting my three red StarBursts. Darn you Holley of the Mutant Snowmen...
The Other Voices In My Head: Dune-Frank Herbert
Sounds Bite: The clacking of my keyboard and the annoying AIM message sound I haven't figured out how to turn off yet.