I’m determined to stay awake for most of the day today. Or even all of it. I slept four hours yesterday, between 8:30 and 2:30. My schedule is so out of whack it’s making me feel sick again. Last thing I need is to go back on the Migraine Motorway all the way to Seizure City. I probably would have been able to stay awake yesterday, if it hadn’t have been for all the bawling I did reading the last two-thirds of Deathly Hallows. I read straight through from 10 PM to 8:15 AM, bawling from about 7 AM on… Oddly, “In The Arms of the Angels” is on the radio just now, while I type this and glare at the book.

I don’t think I like JK Rowling as much as I once did. If you want to cheat, and see why I’m pissy:
The Deathly Hallows Fast Find

It’s not just the book that’s got me going, it’s a lot of things. I went digging through my old Backwash stuff (I’ll be re-posting my Cynical BytchWytch stuff here, eventually) and naturally, found the articles from mid-June to late-October, 2003. Not to mention the articles where I’m writing about Suite101, and…I can tell I loved the place. Amazing what a couple of years will do. I talk about old friends I haven’t heard from in years – probably mostly my fault, since I stopped being pussy-footed and started saying what was on my mind. I’m me, like me or lump me. Still though – the heartstrings tug when I read about one or the other of our strange and wonderful exploits. Oh, and my rather lurid behaviour between June and October. Some of those things..wow. How did I not end up with alcohol poisoning? Or something worse? Wow – I had fun.

And then there were some truly shocking things I wrote – and posted publicly – because of my anger and hatred of two very icky people. I had totally forgotten writing them. I’m well and truly mean when I want to be. To entire grouping of people, because of the few. That’s bad. Bad witch. And then there are the OTHER truly shocking things I wrote, on the red-light side of Backwash. FUN!

Then I found the memorial article for my grandfather (his was posted at Backwash, and gran’s was posted a year later at Suite). Gods, it hurts.

And TDH… you’ve come back around. I hear you calling me. I miss you…

Obviously, it’s time to get back to work and stop moping around. So, who’s got a dungeon, a pair of solid shackles and a feather?