Son of a bitch. I was sick all week (and still am not entirely right) in the stomach, and the eye problem has been figured out, so now we get to call Signa to find a local ophthalmologist to cure that.
BUT HEY, I HAVE INTERNETS AGAIN.
I'm really really bummed I can't be at Comic-Con tomorrow (as I can't stop saying, apparently - you are some lucky bitches,
dramady,
jeck7, and
hystericblue42) and I'm also still unpacking and feeling all discombobulated. The only thing that's unpacked in my room aside from the last "miscellaneous" box are my /fig/s, and only because the wonderful Ikea figure case that
demonography recommended says it needs assembly. BUT IT'S MADE OF GLASS. WHAT. HOW DID I ASSEMBLED GLASS CASES? Fumbles McStupid is me.
So I'm unpacking, putting Mom's bookshelves together, sleeping, resisting the urge to scratch my eyes out of their sockets, and doing laundry to keep myself occupied these days.
I also miss LA terribly. I'm definitely not used to it here - even the water's different, and my skin's flared up thanks to it. It's more like frustration - when I get the pain under control, something else (in this case, eye allergies) flares up or I get sick in some other way. It never seems to end. And as it could be worse, I don't think it could be any more annoying than it is right now. Nnrgh.
I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ABLE TO SIT AND TRANSLATE BECAUSE OF THESE EYES OF MINE.
Anyway. LOL FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.
Tomorrow is X-Files movie #2 with Mom. FAPFAPFAPFAPFAP.
miharu,
shadowlily you should come down once my eyes are cured and see it with me again. And again. And again. 8D Also, new SGA with Ronon-centric plot. Om nom nom, delicious caveman. And a new episode of IQ-145 is ready for me to watch too.