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[maychorian]

I am coughing up gray-green chunks of ugliness and I'm pretty sure I have a fever, and yet I am become a popsicle, because hellllooooooo, parents' basement, home once more. ::sigh:: I'm going to miss so many things about having my own place...the light from the third-floor windows, being able to take a shower whenever the heck I want (and incidentally also walking around naked if I VERY WELL CHOOSE, THANK YOU), setting my own thermostat, having my own fridge and cupboards, living like a pig in a pigsty, letting my rats run around on the floor (will NOT be happening here), having so many keys on my keychain, watching semi-naughty movies and TV shows with the volume turned ALL THE WAY UP sans worrying about my ten-year-old sis hearing, saying the word "crap" without guilt, and basically, you know, living in squalor. I am surrounded by boxes and I have no idea where anything is and I'm still feeling horribly weak and light-headed, so yay, body o' mine, continue to bring the love why don't you. I'd like to die now, plz.

Had some really weird fever dreams last night, too. I think, maybe, I was John Winchester? And I was fighting an evil sickness monster called a Lindle? And the only way I could defeat it was by kicking the covers off the bed every hour or so, then going to the bathroom to pee and drink another glass of water. So I did, and I guess I won, because when I woke up this morning I knew that I was Maychorian again. So that's good.

::raps knuckles against temple:: Let's have some GOOD dreams tonight, yes? Thank you.

I miss my apartment.