I feel exactly like my icon....
I have spent the last nine days out of town...with my grandmother, two-year-old brother and my granny's shih tzu.
Now, note that this was to the Boondocks of Hell where her *cough*(backstabbing, nosy)*end cough* family resides.
No technology in her double-wide trailer/log cabin home-thing down there. A TV that doesn't get any channels...which meant I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace until I can recite not only every word, but the sound effects as well, thanks to my little brother. Gotta lurve him.
Ah, and the mental stress.... Nervous breakdowns just waiting all around...fun. Not.
But I am back in civilisation now...how I still hate it, but it's familiar at least. And technology. Like the computer. Which tells me I have definitely missed out when I come across Ewan McGregor and Stuart Townsend *omg, melts into a puddle* *HOTTNESS!!!!* *sigh*
I need to sleep. I've been up for twenty-four hours with about and hour of sleep here and there in between. And I've done my little bitch-rant. All is still not right with the world, but hey, *thinks of Diane in Trainspotting for some random, disjointed reason at that* what more did I expect?
Gah, my brain hurts....