saitaina | I swear I was sober….

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Sorry about the weird looking post a bit ago….was tired.

Anyway, and the reason I’m posting today is in honor of my new favorite reviewer:

“I love this this fic. I’ve read it before but every time I come across it I just need to read it again. ^^ ” –ChibiJudi

How could an author NOT love that? That was for my fic, “The Night Before the NEWTs”, by the way. Also must give special honors to Haidee who reviews EVERY ficlet bit I post here. It’s because of her you all are spammed with them. *watches everyone gathering pitchforks* now wait a minute…

In other news, I have come up with a reason why the state of Oregon will not pay for my medication. Now, bear with me to the end. All right, the new governor (lord if I can remember his name, I didn’t vote for him…I think) is really Peter Pettigrew in disguise. No, stay with me here. He’s refusing money to pay for psyciatric (?! is that a word? fuck that’s spelled wrong). drugs for so that he can hoard the drugs, give them to his master, who will then use them to self medicate, stabilize his mood swings, and thus alleviate the use of the Cruciatus curse used against his followers. (and we all know who gets the most of Cruccio when Voldie’s in a bad mood…)

So that’s my theory anyway. More rubbish then it was worth posting but it makes me giggle. But the truth is I’m without meds, as the only ones the state WILL pay for happen to knock me unconscious (literally, I’m out in like five seconds). The good side: No moon swings, the bad: I’m not conscious to actually care about my mood. And before you suggest I actually pay for the good stuff myself, the pills, for a month supply, cost 200$. I make 500$ a month and only have 30$ after bills. Yeah, didn’t thinks so.

Oh! Pet update, mummy is buying me TWO new beta fish. So I shall have a green one named Legolas, and a blue one named Haldir (how do you pronounce that anyway, Ha-dir, Hal-dir…*shrugs*), can’t wait.

Okay why in gods name do I have so many damn boxes? Really, come home for three months and I’m practically leaving with enough to furnish a second apartment…geeze. Yes, I’m actually going back to my apartment *stop laughing Robyn*. Just in time for HUD inspection too…yay. *grumpy face*
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