whiski_sour | *insert cranky Sideshow Bob noises here*

My sister is the bringer of much doom and rage.

First of all, she managed to fuck up our AOL account by getting it TOSed which resulted in Papa having to call the company and get a new password so I could log on and then change both my dad's and my passwords. I am not fond of memorizing new passwords as I have too many as it is. *grumbles*

Then I call Mummy with the message that Mimzie must call Papa so she can get the numbers to change her password and find out that not only is my sister actually sick, but she's the one who gave it to the kids, who gave it to ME. *grumbles while plotting her demise*

I'm sick, I had horrible nightmares last night (I don't even want to talk about it), I keep falling asleep at odd intervals, my cats keep stealing my bed, and I must do research for my psych paper that's due next week, so I'm kicking my own ass for waiting so long. In short, the only good thing about this day has been left over fajitas (which I made at like midnight last night) and sipping orange juice through a straw. That's it. Rest of it you can have.

All of this whining should be a good indication that I am quite cranky and as such, I'm not going to be on AIM tonight. At this point, I'll be surprised if I'm even still awake at midnight.