No matter what's going on in my life, all the pain of scraping off half the flesh of my leg last week, all the drama, all the stress of work...

A new Backstreet boys album makes the world right in a way only they can.

Everything wrong becomes right when I can just listen to my boys, who saved my entire life, who gave me reason and meaning and cofort so long ago and have been a part of my life since I could no more do without than food or oxygen.

If they could just release a new album every time I was upset, the world would be a sweet place.

I was sawing a grove in a branch to use in the birdroom when the saw jumped and my fingers got in the way. I've never seen so much blood, even though the cuts were only a centimeter or so each, one one my thumb and one on my forefinger, they just bled [i]everywhere[/i]. My entire hand went bright crimson and started dropping on the floor in about ten seconds. I hastily ran for the birdroom and wrapped it in copious paper toweling, then having to retrace my steps to wipe up my blood trail before any customer stepped in it. Because, you know, that's just great for business.

Yep, this is how my life has been progressing of late.

James shared his (swine?)flu with me. I got a bladder infection (and if you think drinking five liters of water daily makes you pee, try it with one of these...) Discovered I have an eye infection and that of all freaking things I'm mildly dyslexic - should have picked that one sooner.

Oh yeah, and I'm typing this with two fingers in bandages the size of a balloon thanks to the amazing bleeding fingers.

So in general I've been a far cry from my normal sunny self and been brooding on my own, which is why none of you have seen me recently on MSN.

on the bright side James is okay, at least.

James's tests came back clear. Which means we don't know what's been upsetting him, but it's not cancer, or an anurism, or any of the things we were worried about. It could be something as simple as a middle-ear infection coupled with the fact he needs new glasses.

Anyway, he has one stress-test left and an eye check, so hopefully it'd be something simple, something sortable.

Big thanks to you guys. All of you are my guiding stars.

James might be sick.

His doctor is doing a heap of tests - blood test, CT scan, stress test... trying to figure out what's wrong.

Just... going to go curl up in the corner now.

There are times when all I want to do is curl up and listen to Oasis songs. At least, two of them, which actually are the only two I've ever heard from Oasis, so it's probably lucky I can listen to songs over and over.
Getting my head bitten off over something that's completely unappreciated in the first place shouldn't even bother me.
It somehow completed the night nicely when I got up to put away my laptop, brushed my hand over my dogtag, something I've probably done two dozen times today alone, and found it damp from tears.
What I wouldn't give sometimes for a corner to be invisible and some headphones.