It's not even noon and I feel like a superhero with a chronic sinus condition. Sinuses not related to superhero-ness.
Unrelatedly, I really hate when people get all suicidal on LJ. I don't mean to make it sound like an inconvenience -- that's not what I mean. D. announced he was going to kill himself on MySpace and either no one noticed or everyone just thought he was being a goth, so when other people do things that can be construed similarly, I tend to freak out, because wow, people just look the other way. I've 911'ed on someone's suicide threats twice in my life, and of course, in both cases, later they were all like "that's not what I meant" which was entirely not true -- everyone I knew backed me up on it, but it was horrible, and this stuff just freaks me out. Especially as most people do just look the other goddamn way. Better safe than sorry -- I mean it's someone's life for fuck's sake. It boggles my mind that people are more afraid of being embarassed than someone DYING.
Man, it's been a day already, hasn't it?
I'm listening to Scottish music, chugging Airborne and wondering what else Monday is going to bring.