Indeed I am.
Fuckity fuck fuck, I don't feel good. Yesterday I was out of fucking Prozac so ya know, a day without my antidepressants isn't really bringing out the best in me, especially around the holidays.
I also opened my presents this morning. What joy. c: I didn't get much because we're so tight on money, but my mom let me go shopping with her for what I wanted, just to be fair. I got new guitar strings (THANK GOD.), a really cute hat, these suuuuper fuzzy and warm slippers/shoes/orsomethinglikethat, A 50 dollar gift card to Hot Topic that my mom told me she would get, then changed her mind and then all of a sudden got again, an additional 100 bucks for the mall or wherever I may want to go and yeahh. It was a nice Christmas, even though we were lacking in presents, but I can't complain. C: So sometime next week I shall be going to the mall n' what not. THE JOY.
Oh but not all is good in Maria's world. I was washing the dishes before and when I was cleaning the cheese grater I scraped my fingers across it on accident and oooh lawdy the pain it inflicted on me. ; _____________ ;
But oh well, shit happens, right?