a little something on my plate.

mood: fanfuckingtastic.
music: tori amos - enjoy the silence.

Yesterday I had three vials of blood stolen from me to see if I'm anemic or possibly diabetic, and was also informed that I have the blood pressure of someone four feet tall... whatever that means. I guess I have very relaxed arteries. Yay.

Anyways. I've had the pleasure of reliving the adventures of me and my emotionally abusive ex(boy)friend. Which I've managed to not do for quite some time... and blah. I liken it to taking some really stupid drug that makes you feel terrible instead of good. And once you've been off it for a while, it becomes all the more potent when it re-enters your system.

...I think I got hit with the emo stick.

[Edited to add: Just a musing... I don't really know how or when to draw a line that defines someone or something as important to me. But I do know that someone who's mentioned three times in six months has a ways to go before encountering that line.]