Dementor

I feel like one has been trying to give me a big juicy kiss for a couple of days.

It's Monday afternoon and finally I'm back home. My mood has been better....but it's been worse too.

I've got so much twisting about in my head, there's no bloody way to ever conceivably relay it here. Isn't it odd how some of the most important bits are impossible to write about? That always kinda ticked me.

I also see I'm horrendously behind on LJ and there's no way I'll catch up this week, if ever. Hell, I woudn't even be online now if I hadn't had some web work to do for Barry. That's done and I'm about to say sayonara to the World Wide Web.

I'm tired, I'm hot, and I'm surly. Oh, and I'm nasty. Driving is a nasty job.

So is fighting Dementors. Damned rancid critters....

I Become the Moon

I wanted to sing this song for Alban Elfed. Argh! I can't believe I've forgotten some of the lyrics....and H still has not returned my CD after two and a half years.

Angry doesn't even begin to cover my feelings regarding her right now.

What's worse is I've done over an hour long search for these lyrics online and they don't seem to exist. How can this be? Surely Eliza Gilkyson isn't that obscure?

I think it's time to make a surprise visit to H's abode and demand my CD back. I'd hate to open up a can of Whoop Ass for a CD that features a song I want to sing at a religious service, but a Sith has to do what a Sith has to do.