O cling to me baby in this broken dream!

Who needs a record player? You are my record player.

Most days recently, really.

Some days, it's like this.

I hate today.

I am sick, I am in pain, I am contagious, and my health insurance company won't cover the one prescription I can take (which, of course, has no generics or OTC equivalents) to make me get significantly better in a reasonable amount of time. Thanks, guys! It was totally worth spending two hours and a $30 copay at the doctor's office just to get a prescription that I can't even afford to fill. AWESOME.

Also, my neighbors apparently come from a place where stereos don't have volume adjustment dials. You'd think that being one more written warning away from eviction would teach them to be a little more considerate.

New clothes.

Favorite band of 2011.

Got my hairs did.

It's heeere...

I miss...

...having a little pile of these laying around.