:S

Its as if my viscera have turned liquids and are sloshing around inside me whenever if I move, breathe, talk or even think. One fine mess I am in... and have not the slightest clue how to get out of it. :S Umm... does that explain my 'blogger's block' for the moment? Or my ignoring my beloved The Soliloquist. I'd like to kvetch non-stop but then again I am so keyed up at the moment, a bundle of nerves that nothing makes sense... Folks, The Soliloquist, with all her high sounding claims of intelligence unlimted has finally lost it. Oh why oh why did I agree to this situation in the first place? And why is it always my fault?