Speaking of not-here-yet dolls, the cheque payment finally went through. *winces* My poor, poor bank account. *pets bank account and winces again at the hollow echo* Ouchie.
Apparently, the electrical wiring in my house is being, um, somewhat overloaded or something. (Gee, who woulda thought, I mean, we don't really have that many electronics, really! Don't say it, and I mean you,
In other doomfull news, Sha as been institutionalized for trying to commit suicide. I feel so guilty, I don't know why. I should have kept in touch with her better, not just done the yearly Christmas and birthday present thing. And, like, I don't think I answered some of the e-mails she sent me and yeah. I suck.