you're the magic

why can't i just feel healthy? the illusion is enough for me.

i am addicted to the INTERNETS. i've done other stuff, like interview for Apple and eat sushi in the past coupla days but my most memorable activities were all e-based. i discovered ljsecret, thefashionspot.com, went a little crazy with cat macros, and aquired even more useless knowledge via wikipedia. lj is fucking nuts.

my cat keeps licking my face and sleeping on my head at night, so i sleep well.



i'm currently looking for leggings like this that cost less than $150:

they don't need to be leather but i need them n-o-w. but no one reads this so i may as well talk about kitties all day long. shit, i'm my own worst nightmare.

i got out of the hospital on monday evening after waiting three full days to get a picc line so I could be discharged. took two hours to get it in because doctors do not listen. i told them not to attempt to go in the right arm because it always fails, but being stubborn radiologists, they had to "give it another shot." and who am i to complain about another two hours spent with my veins hallowed and poked, leaving me with scars and hematomas while I'm painfully aware of the proceedings and only barely anesthetized. sometimes i wish i was a masochist so the pain wouldn't be so damn futile.

seven more days with this stupid line in.

my kitten companion, linus:

I'M BAAAACK