It's a pity panic attacks are becoming far too expensive to have...

"Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
and it went right to my head..."

Further proof God actively spites me?
This damnable facial hair.
Sandpaper.
That is what my face feels like.
That is what it feels like when ANYTHING touches it.
Yargh.
Almost, almost, almost as bad as a hangnail.

Fibromyalgia oversensitivity, you suck.

Nanowrimo 2012 - Day 26

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/11/nanowrimo-2012-day-26.html