It's been so long since I have been on, I have 167 messages. Do not expect me to make a habit of this, I am really only doing this because I cannot sleep and my fingers are so cold I thought typing might help.

Big, stressful nonsense with my family real estate, since Detroit is sucking right now because of the collapse of the entire bloody auto industry. But hopefully work will turn up for me one way or another, because it has been brought to my attention that I am in serious need of a new couch.

Also these is a huge amount of stress on the friend front, as my best friend has somehow managed to contract the Oink Barf disease from his little H1N1 resistant son. He is on a cocktail of experimental drugs for it and was greatly improved earlier this evening, but as of this moment, he is far, far worse. His doctor is pretty amazing and has put him into a "stress free environment" since my dear friend happens to have very, very physical manifestations of stress, and it is making him so, so much worse. The long and the short of it is, think happy thoughts for my friend. Swine flu is really rather nasty and I kind of want him to live. And all that, you know.

Alright, typing is not helping my poor fingers, and I have to be up at seven tomorrow, so I am off. I will check in every now and again. My mood says pain because that is exactly it. I am pretty sure if they got tapped with a hammer, they would break right off. Or, you know, shatter into a billion pieces. At least then they would not hurt. Stupid heater.