I hate being me sometimes.
...only sometimes.
I thought getting a fullhouse is difficult? So why'd I get TWO in one round of poker? Ah, the luck, it plays with me so!
No writing for me tonight. The time I was meant to use writing my fic has been wasted on writing my rant in the RP. *insert severely disappointed face*
I tried to save Dante from Joe's torments. I started to read Twilight to him, a brutal torture for him, but then Joe turned the book into ash in my hands and took Dante back to his deep dark chamber of sheer evil. Although Dante actually looked happy to continue the violation of his character by Joe. Twilight really is that bad.
I'm cranky. The kids had me up every two hours last night FOR NO REASON. When I tried to nap this afternoon, they climbed all over me and kept me awake. I need my sleep. I'm a very unpleasant person without my sleep. I'm like my dad when I don't get enough rest in.
And my dad is friggin scary.