"It's like we're stuck in a holding pattern. Only without the holding."

I went to take that Seven Types of Intelligence test and stopped halfway through when I realized that half the questions didn't apply to me because they were either/or, and I was somewhere in the slashy middle section.

I went and made a salad for dinner but there wasn't any of my two types of favorite dressing. I picked up the dubiously named Zesty Italian and am now staring at my salad and wondering if I really want to eat it.

I read a friend's post on dependancy and felt guilty for having a car but no license. I've had a car for two years and I don't have my license. Someone remind me tomorrow, and every time you see me on AIM, that I should be out practicing my Y turns so I can go take the fucking test?

I have so much more to write on Nightmare Realms, not to mention passels and passels of stories and novels to write, but my head is killing me. I took some aspirin a while ago and I'm waiting for it to kick in.

I'd write some slash, but I am not in the giving vein to-day.

I'd veg in front of the TV but SVU isn't on yet.