OK, Uterus - you win, you whore.

It finally got to the point where I was in so much pain I took twenty milligrams of codeine. Not something I'd do lightly after my two year dependence on the stuff but seriously - THE PAIN!! I'm going to go about seeing an endo specialist cause I can NOT go on like this.

Seriously. It's six in the morning. I had five hours sleep from nine to two-thirty am. Why am I awake? Oh that's right - the mind-fucking PAIN.

I gotta say, though, opiates make me feel so very delicious. I'm probably going to have the headache from hell in a couple of days but God - I'm in pain but I just *don't* care!

I miss role-playing. Mailing list role-playing, to be exact. I hate RPing on LJ and I hate how uptight everyone is on this damn thing. God, I'm far too old school for my own good.

HP Shipiness - not as dead as I thought.

I had a dream this morning. A codeine addled dream where Harry and Hermione got together, even though it pissed Ron and Ginny (who didn't appear in the dream) off. I thoroughly enjoyed it and when I woke up I realised something.

I still enjoy H/Hr. Even if the fandom thoroughly pisses me off, I really, really, REALLY love my Ship. So don't be surprised if art or some other creative venture comes from this in the near future.

Tell me party peoples, is THAT so wrong?!

Okay my darlings, my precious peoples, my delicious dudes!

I am DRUNK OFF MY SKULL on white russians. Seriously. I am drunk from Beverages! And that's just, like, your opinion, man!