  Nightmares of the unscary but disturbing kind are permeating my brain. So far, my babies have been ripped apart by cats, was forced to murder and torture children and people, had sex with a number of girls i can't stand, everything was violent, and, do i need to state that I've not been sleeping well? Work has been happening, thank god. Things have been working ok. Expecting a "SaveRobyn" package from my parentals in the next little bit, stuff with canned goods, and more importantly, sweet, sweet chocolate. I have heard news that the 24hrPartyPeople are moving out, soon. Someone quiet want to move in? Lemme know. The thing about them moving out in mere days has an interesting effect; instead of relaxing, and not complaining about them, I now want to trash their place, and urinate on their carpets. Ok, not exactly, but my active dislike of them has slid into loathing. It's not that i want them dead, it's just that i don't want them alive anymore. 
