It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Bought a cat tree house (the tunnels are not that big at all and I don't think Ariadne could even remotely fit in them but the rest is awesome) and they love it! Well the kittens were immediately convinced. They climbed up there before I was even done building it. I had to place Ariadne in one of the little cat hammocks and manually curl her up and then hold her there while I pet her for several minutes before she calmed down, but she hasn't moved since and she looks quite happy with her new sitting place. She's going to sleep in fact. See, baby? Sometimes when I bother you, I actually have your best interest at heart instead of just wanted to kiss your wee face because it is so cuteomg.

Also, check out the spam email I got (this is a print screen I took. It's safe to click!) It makes me laugh quite hard. I don't live in the US, guys. I didn't file a tax return. And much better on disguising your address there and even including a header, but still not falling for it. You sort of uhm...used some wrong words there. But you are getting craftier. Bravo.

The last few nights have been rough. I can't sleep again. Increased adrenaline makes for increased anxiety which makes for me staying up until 6 am and sleeping badly when I finally do fall asleep. I have a little dry mouth again and that's annoying. Huurrr. The social anxiety is still okay, I think! And I have finally gotten my head back into writing, YAY! Thank goodness for that. I missed it while it was gone!

Also thank goodness for our new cheese toastie machine. I will never eat anything else. And all the tea. I drink it. All.

My mouth is finally getting back to normal, which means it isn't drying out at every opportunity so I have to stay up all night with a water bottle in my face, dripping it on my tongue. And that isn't an exaggeration, I actually did that. Dry mouth is like...one of the worst things I have ever experienced, physically. It was worse than asthma because it made my tongue all huge and I couldn't talk right and that freaked me out so I had anxiety attacks and couldn't breathe anyway. And my mouth hurt because it dried out if I didn't drink water constantly. And I was always aware of it. It's still the tiniest bit dry, but nothing like it has been, and my tongue feels like it fits in my face now.

YOU ALL NEEDED TO KNOW THESE MINUTE DETAILS ABOUT ANXIETY MEDICATION SIDE EFFECTS. Okay, you probably didn't, but now you do anyway ;) And really, if that is the worst side effect they give me, I can deal. But I am saying that now because it seems to be over! It seems like such a minor thing, but oh dear GOD it was a week and a half of quite an ordeal.

Now there is chicken ceasar salad (oh god, I just ate so much of it which is so good) and Silent Hill, which is so atmospheric and the music is pretty and there are monsters and I have random threads to start in FS and the kitten is sleeping beside me. I feel happy and warm and loved and lucky. And calm. I feel calm.

Thank everything for that.

Now I just have to start eating more again. I still have no appetite, which bothers me. My clothes are all way too big. Like...it is impressive how much weight I lost in two weeks (yes, I am not pleased about this). So tomorrow I am going to eat three meals. I know, right? I CAN DO THIS!

Alison was supposed to go to bed but she just came out here to get a drink and there is no way that we could possibly ever explain the conversation that just occurred between us, but it was epic hilarity though it was the kind where you had to be there and now my stomach hurts from laughing. It was pure ridiculousness and we both laughed so hard, and I feel like I might vomit.

And then I thought, "you know what? I think I feel like this at least once a day." I think living in a house where you laugh so hard you think you might vomit at least once a day is pretty damn awesome, no matter what else is going on in my messed up little world.

Long live the LFoD and all it's denizens, past and present!

EDIT: For more examples of why the LFoD is the greatest place on Earth, I present Alison's Overheard in the LFoD tag in her journal which is chock full of hilarity and quotes.

My head hurts from laughing.

MY MOTHER GAVE ME AN HERBAL SUPPLEMENT AND NOW I CANNOT CALM DOWN! EVERYTHING IS !!!!!!!!!!! BUT IN A GOOD WAY!

AND I GOT A SHIRT! HELL YEAH!

EnergyEnergyEnergyEnergyEnergyEnergyEnergyEnergyEnergyEnergyEnergy

And I can't stop fidgeting. Oh, mercy me.

Be glad this is the internet and you are not here right now ;)

MY HAIR IS NOW WHITE IN THE MIDDLE AND IT RADIATES OUTWARDS YELLOW-ORANGE-RED-PURPLE!

It's quite a weird effect. Not...exactly what I was hoping for ;) But we're gonna try to make the rest go blonder too after it dries and then if not, we'll slap the red over it and hope it...like...covers it up. Otherwise I get a funfunfun trip to the salon because my head looks like a mixed drink. It's AWESOME but it won't make my classmates take me seriously. Bastards. (They are actually not bastards at all, I rather like them. I am just feeling scrappy :D)

...my kitten just mounted me and I can't see the keyboard. She has this love of sitting on my chest. It's quite adorable, it makes it hard to get anything done and I get fur in my mouth.

Oooh, I want to have Baphomet kill someone.... /random (That was me talking about fiction, not...doing a murder)

Ariadne's head is in my mouth (not her entire head, but she is LEANING against my LIPS. This...is wrong on so many levels...

Aaahhhhh I'm officially a student at University of Canterbury now, but they have to argue about whether or not I'm a domestic student or an international student first. Since I won't be there on a student visa, I can assure them I'll be a domestic student, BUT if they want to make doubly sure, that's A-OK with me! I just hope they get back to me by tomorrow so I can send my loan application off then.

PHEW!

I hate the 'arranging things' stage. It is my LEAST favourite stage. :| NOW I have to see if I can fit in taking the citizenship test in January. I'll have to fly back to attend the ceremony sometime during the year, but I doubt the Lewi will be complaining about seeing me. Just somehow I doubt it ;)

SOMEONE DO THIS CRAP FOR ME! I WANT TO BE FIFTEEN AGAIN!

*breathes*

Lewi picked up my transcripts from La Trobe so I can apply for my postgraduate programs, and I had forgotten how awesome I did! I look at my transcripts now and I'm all proud. Especially of my A/HD in Teaching Maths Method. That essay I did kicked ARSE (92% thank you very much!) and the practicals were also awesome!

It makes me all excited to study again. I was all 'oooh, essay writing' last week. But yeah. I CAN do it. And I can do it well. Sometimes it's just nice to be reminded, even if it IS bittersweet because my awesome marks are being wasted because I won't teach with the Aussie curriculum the way it is.

Cest la vie. Time to move on.