Happy, happy joy joy!

I just got my new netbook! I was skeptical at first - I have +2 hands of hugeness, but I can type pretty easily and it will go pretty much anywhere. W00t!

Sweet zombie jeebus

I'm sure it would be possible for me to feel shittier than I do right now. In fact, I know I could feel worse - I could have meningitis. But knowing that I could feel worse doesn't make the fact that I feel like crap any better or easier. We've had drama over money, checks, food, booze - everything but the kitchen sink. No, come to think of it, we've had Dishes Not Getting Done Properly dramz, too. So, yeah, drama about everything including the kitchen sink. I know this is an adjustment period for everyone - a woman who's essentially lived on her for thirty years and a couple who rate pretty damn high on the Leave Me The Fuck Alone scale. Add on fraidy cat who runs if you look at him funny and one who thinks the world was made for her to sleep on, and you have a made for sitcom household.

And I still have a sinus infection.

I has a migraine

Okay, a tension headache that acts exactly like a migraine. But it hurts like fuck. I want to eat something, but the thought make my stomach roil. I'm gonna take something for the pain and see if that helps. Getting some effing sleep will probably help, too.

Things that taste better than being thin

Kate Moss has been quoted (link) as saying that nothing tastes better than being skinny. I'm calling shenanigans. There are plenty of things that taste better than being thin:

Potato chips
french onion dip
roast beef sandwiches
black cherry cream soda
dominos pizza
potstickers

Creepy/funny vid

I has intertubes again!

After being cut off in August, we're back up with DSL. Yay!

Because the gods hate my family

A week ago, my grandma fell (luckily she was at moms). She broke her hip, which required surgery. She was just transferred to a nursing home for a few weeks of physical therapy. Now, here's the deal: I've been telling my family for over two years that she needs to have someone living ful time with her, and all I've been getting back is 'oh, she's just fine. don't worry so much.' Now, though, they're actually listening, and hubby and I are officially living downstairs full time. We're moving.