"But I'm dedicated, and I'm a forgiver, I'm dedicated, sure I'm a giver."

[nausicaa83]

Today's is the sixth anniversary of mom's accident. As much as I hate it, it looks like my body just doesn't agree with anniversaries. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, and I can't wait until this is over. Right now I'm drinking hot tea, trying to breathe slowly, because I'll be damned if I get another panic attack. I can do it! *fist in the air, waves crushing behind her, 80s music starts playing*

Talking about fandom, it looks like we finally have a sequel to X-Men First Class. You know, the moment I've been waiting for since last june. Right now I feel like this:

"Yay, a sequel! I've been waiting for so long! A new movie!"
"Oh god, it's the guy who ruined the franchise writing X3, oh god oh god let me die"
"But he did write Sherlock Holmes and I loved that movie. Mr and Mrs Smith wasn't bad either"
"But he also wrote Jumper, oh god oh god, life's not worth living"
"But Matthew Vaughn re-writes scripts he doesn't like, he already did it for First Class, I'm sure he'll fix everything"
"God, I need a drink."

In conclusion, it was the news I've been expecting for months, delivered on the worst possible day. I'm so emotional now I could be bursting into tears listening to the national anthem. So, no further comments until my brain decides to collaborate again.