bending_sickle | Oh, internet, when did you become such an anaesthetic?*

I haven't left my room all day, save for basic needs like food and stuff. Most of my day has been spent compiling the previous 3 posts. I think this is what they mean by compulsive. And it's not like anyone's going to give two shits anyway. Once I finished the posts, though, I got dragged out of the wonderful focused zone I'd been in and promptly went into the wibble zone. I was going to go outside, even, but the wibbles wrecked havoc on that plan, and I was too afraid to pass by people in the kitchen on the way out. This is why I'd rather just not think some days. This is not a happy Sickle. It may also not be a healthy Sickle, because I forsee a need for antibiotics. It may be too early to cry havoc and let loose the dogs, but I hate my body. Also, I'm fucking starving all the god-damn motherlovin' time. And no, I don't really have food. And I'm sick of being ~~alone~~ lonely.

In other news, Supernatural was awesome.

ETA: I dreamt last night that Freddy Kreuger (identified but not seen) was after me at night in a small town, around picnic tables and things like that in a horrible cat-and-mouse, hide-and-seek thing, except when he caught me, or I caught him, his face came right off, like a squishy mask, and it was the saddest thing in the world, and so was he. [I may have read too many fics wherein Rorschach is forced to remove his mask. Or maybe the sadness is from something else.]

Quote of the Day: "Tiny Vessels", Death Cab for Cutie

So when you ask "Is something wrong?"
I think "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."

Meme - 30 Days - Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago: Apart from the photos taken with my digital camera, which came into my life about five years ago, I only have four actual hard-copy photographs. All of my photo-albums are scattered around various homes in Europe. Therefore I only have one photo of myself from way-back-when (well, from Jan. 2001). Appologies for the lousy quality, it's a photo of a photo.

Sickle, age 17, with brother in Chicago, visiting said sibling.

Previously:

Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy - GIFs
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took

Coming Soon

Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy

Links of the Day:

Supernatural: