Where do I start?

I was planning on attending rehearsal and sucking it up through the next two parades, but I got there and decided fuck it, and handed my uniform in. The universe decreed it so when BU beat Northeastern last night, granting us home ice in the playoffs. Let’s look at this realistically… No matter what scenario, I wouldn’t know about Sunday’s game until last minute Saturday night. If I had a choice between a parade I didn’t want to march in and a hockey game, I’d go to the hockey game. Since I wasn’t going to be able to go to the parade on the 17th (the big one), hanging around for the parade on the 24th was kind of pointless.

Yeah. Tough choice, that.

I did some research for my interviews tomorrow, but I forgot to take my pills this morning and got kind of sick. I tweaked my back on Thursday, and I’ve been paying for it ever since. My priority this morning was to unlock my back, not take care of the bipolar. Now my back hurts AND I’m in withdrawal. (I hate those damn pills. There’s no reason that missing one day of them should make me so sick, but they do.)

So, yeah… I got lost in Johnlock earlier today and then, just as I thought I was in the clear, I stumbled upon the Sherlock fandom’s take on The Hobbit. How great is it - really - when your OPT is in two things together, in totally different settings? The “text” from Cumbersmaug just cracked me up, and I really needed that giggle. Of course, then I saw the marshmalloooooow screen cap, and that seemed much more valuable than any thing I had to say.

I missed Soulmate Boy’s birthday again. I suppose if I could find the energy to go through the boxes that contain the last three years of my life, I’d find the birthday card I was writing out right before I got tossed to the curb. Oh well, I suppose I can get him a ‘happy belated birthday’ card…

I think I’m going to put on some Doctor Who and try to take a nap.