My sister got sick on tuesday.
Oh ho, I was sure I'd be fine. Well, no, that didn't happen. I was really, really ill. Like, 'lie down on the floor to be closer to gravity' kind of ill.
I got better. No worries. Just sucked to be in that much pain. And to have to call in sick to my new job, that really pissed me off. I literally was thinking to myself, 'sure I can't get off of the couch, I can make it, I can make it...oh god, I can't make it.'
I apologize to everyone who's taken the time to wish me a happy birthday: I haven't replied at all. I suck.
And I haven't started my Angel Book of Days fic. Fuck.
I don't even have the time to work on it, which is the really bad part. I'm going into the city tomorrow, have to visit a musuem and do a paper write-up on a piece of Asian art. I'm only semi-looking foward to it, mostly because I'm just in such a damn mood.
And yeah, there's other things to talk about, new surprises, a new pet, and yeah, I fucking suck.
This week was weird and totally screwed me over.