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[apocalypsos]

My body's idea of celebrating NaNoWriMo, which is making me excited more than it's stressing me out at all, is to have me wake up bolt-upright in the middle of the night with painful cramps that feel like a horse stomped on my midsection. A visit to the bathroom later, I realized the pain was in my lower back, too.

A half an hour later, the drugs have yet to kick in. Oh, joy. Pain relievers, my ass.

OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW.

*sigh* I need to shop and drink chai latte and kill imaginary zombies. Killing real zombies would make me feel better, but beggars can't be choosers, especially when the dead refuse to rise to accommodate my bad mood.

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*shakes fist*

[indiana-j.livejournal.com]

Damn those dead, damn them.

[budclare.livejournal.com]

How sad is it that I clicked on an lj-cut labeled "Girly TMI" in the genuine hope that there might be zombies involved. (In my defense, you did, in fact, mention zombies. And in a way that I heartily approve of, no less.)