En blóðið þyngr´en þögnin er.

Also, important Nim update: she wrapped her paws around my arm earlier when I pulled my hand away from my mouse.

Gotta be careful on Twitter, lest I expose myself to (more) spoilers.

I decided I will see the Digital Circus finale in theaters.

Sleeping has made me less wrathful and depressed.

Kill

My head hurts, I'm tired and angry, and I hate being at this shitty job.

I just want to cry, man; I hate trying to make things work when nothing in life seems to be working for me.

Everything's getting on my fucking nerves at work, and I can't fucking stand being here.

Gotta wake up in like two and a half hours, and I still haven't slept yet.

I gotta sleep for the job I don't want to fucking go to.

Called in again, feeling icky and tired.

I have so much shit I have to do today before work, and thinking about it makes me want to die.

Nim comes into my room, and I think she wants to cuddle, but she just wants to sit in front my my AC.