Little Differences - Save Ferris

3am blogging! This is sure to work! Right?

So I've been drinking a lot of tea. And playing a lot of video games. The combination of these factors has resulted in a slightly-more-barmy-than-usual Jess. I dunno, that and mad, phat rock beats blasting in my ears. Who knows.

Man, it was totally Australia Day yesterday. I had a barbecue! And it was not in any attempt to be regular- or pseudo-patriotic. More like.. a coincidence. However, I feel like a better Australian because of it, regardless. But yeah, this feeling of overall goodness about being Australian was then countered by a feeling of overall shittness about being DM. Yep, I'm pretty sure I said it before, but yeah. Never again.

Damn you, and your feminine wiles, Greg.


Oh, right. So I was totally in hospital. I'm not dead, but was apparently pretty close. I don't know, I don't actually remember a lot of the first day. Just that there was a lot of bile involved. And wanting to die.

But yeah, a couple of days later they were all, "Hey, you're totally not sick anymore, we must be awesome" and they set me free. I don't know what to think actually, whether this was a short stay or a long one. Cause they were actually letting me out earlier than they had meant to originally, but when I saw an unrelated endocrinologist the next day, she was all, "Gee, three days? That's a long stay!"

I had so many drips in my arms, my mum wanted to take a photo and show it to her nurse friends at work. Because, yeah, I had three holes in my arms, and like, two of them were giving me two different things each or something. I still have a massive freakin' bruise on my wrist. I watched as she tied one into my wrist, with the help of local anesthetic, with a needle and thread. It was pretty horrifying!

But yeah. Diabetes related, but totally not my fault. A whole lot of aspects that accumulated to unfortunate ends. A lot of dehydration, and acid-blood.

Yep, I'm pretty sure I was turning into a black dragon, or an Alien or something. But they assure me otherwise. I'm pretty sure they haven't read the sourcebooks though.

But when I come after your treasure or spaceships, don't complain to me! I might like, bite your face off or something.

Black dragons don't come after treasure. What'm I talking about.

Yeah, coz that was the nonsensical part of that whole tirade.

Shut up.

I saw Deja Vu tonight, with my mum. I was so sure it was going to be a generic Jerry Bruckheimer thriller with little to no substance. Who would've thought it'd be about timetravel or some such! I really enjoyed it, actually. More than I was expecting to. But I'm pretty sure that's only because I'm specifically, in my mind, avoiding thinking about it, because my plot-hole sense is just screaming at me. But I don't want to ruin it. So yeah. Go see it, but don't think about it. You'll probably regret it.

I totally put ranks in Knowledge (plotholes) last level. Yep. Or perhaps Sense Plotholes? Whatever you like better.

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Fergalicious definition: make them boys go loco.
They want my treasure, so they get their pleasures from a photo.

(Tom is correct!)
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I love how I tried to give that tripe grammar. I hope it's stuck in all your heads now! I'm not part of the solution! I'm part of the problem!