And all the men and women merely players...

*Sigh*

So.

Uhm.  I'm exhausted out of my mind at this point.  Really, I mean out of my mind, I'm that tired.  I'm singing tenor on a song. I'm behind in work (by which I mean writing because school can go to hell).  I'm dead.  I'm tired and heartsore.  I can sing.

I'm a little too tired to smile right now, I think.

...Uh. Right. Uhm. there was a thing, I think.  Something.  I meant to say.  Other than that my mother has turned into a Viggo Mortensen fangirl. It's minorly disturbing. Uh... there was a thing i swear there was... (I'm so tired...) Due to a Heath Ledger mix I ended up finding the one I had liked a while ago. Dunno why I'm taking them. In a morose mood, I think. Odd, I was happy (if tired) yesterday. Day after Valentine's I'm depressed.

...I've got Sandman in my backpack... nah, can't read it. I'd have a nervous fucking breakdown if I did. Blah.

Think I'll go read PPCs just to... unwind.  To try to laugh again, or at least smile. (... He seldom laughed but he often smiled...)

Dammit, I want headphones. I need to watch things.

OH! Writers! Yay! Got their 2% cut! So I can now watch TDS/TCR online. Whoootsies.

Also, L&L will pwn my soul. *Happy*

I dunno why this was such a bad week.  Karmic or something.