How’s this for totally bizarre timing? The day after I actually get around to reading the SA-ender….the two girls who periodically make t-shirts for SA decide to do one final batch.

Oh, and look. They take Paypal. Thaaaaanks. Cause I needed this kind of temptation. I HURT in multiple places, and I’m cranky, and you’re shoving merchandise for one of my main happies in my face, complete with easy payment. You are both my devil and my god, and I hope you all burst into monkey flames.

On the upside, I see the chiropractor in six days, the parentals leave in seven, and my glorious mother has brought me chocolate and soda. The only way this could be better is if Gabriel Byrne were reading to me and stroking my hair.

Although, not being in pain would be nice, too.