The pain is nearly a memory today. I’m not sure if it’s because I put medicine on last night or because I took that hot bath. Either way, I’m happier without it. It has no place in my life right now.
I seen something amusing on MSN today. Some neat-freak defines “clutter” as a drawer of unorganised things. Um…Do these reporters live in the real world? Stuff that can’t be seen isn’t clutter. Clutter is stuff messily thrown on shelves and littering the floor. If it’s in a drawer that can close it’s not clutter. Outta sight, outta mind.
Oh, this was sitting on my curtain, sharpening its fangs at me for the past ten minutes:

It’s now squished on the floor. Sorry. I can’t help spiders that strike at me when I go to shoo them out the window.
Chloe’s first ever picture:

Taken by her daddy’s guitarist because her daddy was passed out on the floor. xD