For once, when I say I'm numb, I'm not talking emotional-wise. This time it's genuine, eskimo-quality numb! The house at this moment is completely effing cold and, given the positioning of my legs at this moment, all circulation has been more or less cut off. Not to mention my frozen digits struggling to type this up... Actually, except for the backs of my hands, everything's starting to warm up.

In other news, I sympathize with Karen. At the moment I cannot stand people who wallow in their own self pity and grief. Being genuinely depressed and forcing yourself to be depressed are two different things... Although I'm leaning more towards the genuinely depressed for this situation, but the guy is still pushing himself to act thusly.

Currently wondering if that guy's catching on that I've been stalking him for the past two point five weeks. I mean really Steven, when I'm staring at you across the cafeteria... Well, usually it's at a safe distance. Today however... I relocated to another table and he happened to sit down at the table right next to us. And we were facing eachother completely. Oh. My. Lordy.

As always, feelin' happy for Duck-san and his near-boyfriend status. You'd make R a happy man, m'friend.

"You have really loud pants today, Chuck." -Joey

"Oh my god?! Wait, lemme see.... OH MY GOD?! You're a fan too?! Wait, lemme go get something!" -Zack

"Would you shut that off! You five are the only people in this entire table who can stand Alanis Morisette!" -Taylor

"You're three to our five." -Lauren

And I was called pretty today. Ne'er gotten that one before.

Whee! No longer numb!... scratch that, my left leg's still going.