It's bothering me again. BIG TIME. So...yeah, that basically sucks. I've taken to wearing my weird brace-y thing again, but it makes it uber hard to type. Oh well. My hands are all swollen, not freakishly, but just enough that it is bothersome.I've already agreed with the mother that as soon as I get a real job we're going to go halvesies on the blood work stuff.

I slammed my right middle finger in a door...really, REALLY hard the other day. Luckily, I've injured myself enough over the past few years that I know enough first aid that it didn't swell up or anything....so I can still use it.

It's coming soon, j0.

In steampunk, the wearers say "Needs MOAR RUST, yo", while in lolita, they say "Needs MOAR RACE, desu"...You don't care; I just found it interesting.

I'm watching him again. He's just a bundle of love wrapped up in a bunch of fur that I'm allergic to.

Anyone up for a midnight showing in all our geeky Harry Potter glory? Call me, I'll buy us all tickets again....

They came in the Summer '07 Lucky Pack (for those of you who don't know what it is, it's like several items dumped into a bag that costs about $150. They sell out really quickly, so you have to be on the ball if you want one. They can be a very good deal, but the catch is that you don't know what you're going to get until you get it) and I want some. But I've already spent a painful amount of money and, with my lack of good job, can't afford to spend any more.

I hate rain.

Some lady came knocking on our door yesterday in the rain. She had a box. It was filled with groceries. I don't like to go around saying we don't have a lot of money, but it was a big help. She told us God had sent her. We needed that food. Now we can spend money on some other stuff we need. C'est une miracle, merci Dieu.