Still dragged out. I'm going to try to shake myself out of it. And I'm going to try to eat, which I didn't do enough of yesterday. Dude, yesterday I was too tired to masturbate, okay? That's just wrong.
Also, I am variably too cold and too hot, with no variance in the actual temperature.
New Vorkosigan book!
See? As reported by azurelunatic.
This is the wee stuffed Captain Jack Sparrow I have. Is he not adorable?
You must watch this.
The Amazing Screw-On Head. Pilot for a new cartoon. Based on a comic by Mike Mignola. Voices of Paul Giamatti, David Hyde Pierce, and Molly Shannon.
"Gnomes do not have the racial ability 'can lick their eyebrows'."
550 Things Mr. Welch can no longer do during an RPG.
Audio slideshow re: the Large Hadron Collider.
The Ghost: A thin, sinuous, creeping chill, the scent of glee-filled undeath: white iris, osmanthus, Calla lily, tomb-crawling ivy and a coffin spray of gladiolus, lisianthus and delphinium.
In bottle: Jumbled florals.
On me: Jumbled florals with an underlay of sweetness. And now an underlay of chemical ech.
Eat Me: Three white cakes, vanilla, and red and black currants.
In bottle: Foody yum... something in there reminds me of Red Lantern. And there's a vanilla chaser.
On me: I think red currant smells good on me, and black currant smells bad. In this, they are at war. Cake and vanilla are buried.
Smelling things is increasing the nausea, so I'm done with that for today.