Bed now, Plurkers! Tomorrow I will actually do something on Kore. Because I miss you.

When you dive headlong into a new ship and, yet again, it's a ship you must sail almost alone.

[TW Spoilers abound]

My shoulder is fucked. I don't know how, and I don't know why (although I'm currently blaming the fact that none of my bras fit any ore since I gained weight) but it hurts like a mother.

anyone else on my Plurk freaking out because TEEN WOLF IS BACK TONIGHT?

Tidying the living room and kitchen ready for The Mother-in-Law (figuratively speaking) coming back tomorrow, singing Regina Spektor at the top of my voice. Weirdly enjoying myself.

I'm home, Plurk. Like, properly home. (Technically not, since I don't own this house and I won't be staying here, but it's where I feel best.)

Being home has put me into the most aggressive funk for no adequate reason. I hate my face, I don't like my body much, and I want to sleep all day.

Dakenspoorlifechoices Everyone, this is The Wife.

Feline World Problems: My kitten is asleep on my lap. But I can't reach my tea. /sob forever