I sincerely hope that you didn't just call me 'sonic youth board'.
today: I'm still fighting the urge to smoke. if I make it all the way, it'll be a fucking christmas miracle. the bees in my head make even the happy chatter of my niece seem too much.
on the up side, the knox-inflicted stab-wound seems to be bleeding rather nicely. maybe a warm bath would help. or maybe just some lunch and a nap... or maybe just a nap...