Ok...I am like, back officially drowning. Crap due tomorrow, and I am probably not going to be done. This is bad. Romeo is ok, Mummers has Jell-O for brains, Meg is back from Vegas, and Harry had his car repo'd. ...this is in spite of the fact that so far this year, I have given him three -- THREE -- months' worth of car payments.
What month is this again?
...think Harry might have been lying to me about how far behind he was?
Ummm...yeah. So it would seem.
BWAAH!
And then I just did my usual paranoid hit-check, and...
Guess who pops up (fifth down) when one asks Google if it is ok to snort Buspar?
Jesusgod, christ-on-a-cracker...
Just fucking shoot me.
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