Uhm Stephen dreamt I was dying...a stab wound or something to the neck and he was trying to save me. This couldn't be a good sign. Eek? I don't believe I died though, but still, sheesh.

Libras all over continue to be consummate bastards. Kev is in his strange bitch/pms mood. Latinobitch. Uh huh. Moving along. dry? *stewps* Me? Settle-able. He gives me 6 years tops. Oh help! Rav thinks this as well. Dammit to all hellfires. I need to switch to player status. Heck.

Ian's dad got a stroke yesterday so the whole Divali thing ended up really quiet and generally weird/solemn. The poor boy is in a mess. :( I got curry and goodies and more goodies from where mom and dad went.

I'm DEAD tired.

*poof*