ruh

[koncupiscence]

the one downside to no longer working for The Man is no more sick days. you know, of the mental health variety? i have been itching for one for months, but i continually put it out of my head, because i know it's an impossibility. but this week... ugh. i desperately need a day to just sit and do nothing and putter and faff. and maybe finish typing up my concert posts before the entire month gets away from me? alas.

and then there's real life crap that i'm trying to ignore, ridiculous fannish depression that i'm also trying to ignore, and i just want a day to make it all stop.

i'm basically feeling icky and kind of pathetic and in need of some comfort fic. or comfort spam. oh, mighty flist, if you have the inclination and time, would you be so kind as to drop something in comments to make me smile? SPAM ME with ridiculous photos. or drop a link to your favorite comfort fic (frank/gerard preferred, or brendon/anyone, even lotrips). i'm feeling needy. distract me. *paws*

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ahahahahahaha homg brilliant!