Borderline

Borderline.

Borderliiiiiine. 

Borrrrrderline. 

No matter how you say it, it still means my internal processors were bunk from the start of my awareness.

That my mind digests things very differently than others, and that it is very difficult to explain fully because hey! my brains don't work like yours. 

So. 

I think I'm going to lose my mind...if you keep on pushin my love...

Same Thing we do Every Night, Pinky

Wake, ache, creak, crack

Each day is the same

Snifflelolsnorrrrt

Don't think I don't notice you, sneaking along the radiators and squeezing through the screens with your congestive little feets!

Now is not the opportune time for a cold, yo. 

Eh...it isn't like we haven't beaten worse!

Ahoy, tissues; away nyquillish, Away!

no no, is too much; Lemme Sum Up

The hub and I keep joking about exchanging ourselves for better models; both of our bodies have issues, so it isn't a beauty thing (not that he could get any hotter, honestly. Hubba hubban). Between us we could write volumes of books on digestive disorders, arthritis and chronic pain. Lately, it would appear that our bodies are ganging up on us, hellbent on destruction. Thus, no posts. 

Present Worries

Too many variables in health, home, hearth and head. My man, my mom, my mind; my, my. Pay no attention to the meds behind the curtain, they're simply monitoring for quality assurance. 

Future Worries

See above. 

(Goodbye, Babygirl, wee furry sister.)

It has been one long fucker of a month. Here's hoping the next month will be less fuckity fucker-y.