Do you know what the absolute best kind of irritation is? Do you??? When you have a recent "chapter" of your favourite story open to send off feedback, and when you're done and have sent it, there is a brand new update! So you get to do it again! LOL

Remind me why I'm this happy to read something that I *know* is gonna make me cry... oh, right. Because it totally fucking ROCKS, that's why, as do feels_like_fire and rainjewel for writing it (and stumphed also, where she gets involved). I haven't been this attached to a storyline since...hmm. Since Homes, I think. That was my "Roswell as it should have been" story, and I think that when I caught up in the middle of the 7th fic I sent emluv a Word file of fb that was, er, five or six pages long? I forget now, lol, but I do remember thinking that it was a good thing she already knew me or else I might frighten her! I can't believe I'm this invested in an RPG. Heh, it was the last thing I was standing against getting involved in, and now I'm completely and utterly addicted. Thank God anyone I'd want to write is already taken!

And random note: damn midwest_punk for sending me a song that's also addictive. Hee. Plus, hot chocolate is good stuff. I had a craving. Apparently I'm all about feeding the addictions today. xD

Jeff hasn't been feeling well, Danny spent all day sneezing his ass off, and I have a sinus headache that's settled in so deeply that my whole skull aches.  (They're co-workers.)  There were ants creeping in the front entryway of the house this morning (obviously we didn't get all the little buggers last year) and my dad opened my car windows this morning to get some fresh air in before I left for work, since it was a gorgeous, gorgeous day.  But gorgeous sunny days after rainstorms mean things are growing and hatching and I hate bugs and I hate spring flowers/trees/grass because they're all fucking allergens for me.  Sigh.  My birth month flower is the daffodil and those things are deadly to me: fifteen minutes in a room with tulips or daffodils and I have trouble breathing. :-(  And then, Tim's had some problem with their water and wasn't able to make tea today.  How this didn't affect their coffee-making ability, I have no idea, but apparently that idea wasn't enough to stop people from getting their daily dose of Timmy drugs, lol.  Bless Niki.  She finally had to make a tea run over lunch break and she remembered that I was a fellow addict. :D  I'll return the favour tomorrow, except I'll stop at the drive-thru near my house *just* in case.

Speaking of addictions, I was thinking today about what Anne and I have been discussing and posting about Green Day, in particular her now-detestedly-repetitive phrase about how getting to the end of the album is such a fulfilling experience that you immediately want to do it all over again.  And it occurred to me that that really IS a fair definition of addiction, LOL.  That something about the experience is so pleasurable that you feel a need to repeat, and repeat, and...

I'm still debating whether I want to play any of the album for my father.  I think he'd like Wake Me Up When September Ends, but he'd have to get past the fact that Billie Joe doesn't have a big deep voice (à la Elvis, yeesh) before he'd even begin to really listen to it.  Although I'm not sure that he really *can* hear music anymore, properly.  I think one of the reasons that he loves older rock and can't quite get into anything recent, is because when he listens to songs that he already knows, his memory fills in what his ears don't actually hear anymore.  I miss the days when he borrowed my Bon Jovi CDs and I borrowed his REM.  He was always cool as far as music went, and it was one of the few points of intersection that we truly had in our relationship.  It makes me sad that when I play songs for him now, he doesn't like them, and it's because he can't hear them right and doesn't make the effort to do so anymore.  He's getting old and I want it to stop, lol.

Lyric of the Evening:
The more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
The more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning
Burning bright

~Burning Bright by Shinedown