Hello, I'm batshit.

[phosfate]

Mom v. ill on Tuesday night. I knew something was up because she kept wanting to have conversations, and that's just wrong. She ended up asleep and dithering like a bad Victorian medium. Sat up most of night patting her, which kept her quietish. Finally crawled to own bed at 5:00. Last memory is of making hands into little praying claws, swearing to world at large that GODAMMIT, I WILL EAT THESE KITTENS IF YOU INSIST ON TRYING MEzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Am bitter now because Mom remembers none of it, so WHERE ARE MY BONUS KARMA POINTS?

Also, Charlie from Lost is a tool.

Comments

[violetisblue.livejournal.com]

Is everything okay? Do you need to have a doctor look at her?

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

She says she's fiiiiiiiiiine.