I'm not a rebel without a cause...I'm a martyr without a clue.

Now, I don't know what it is about me that compels me to do this, but when I get sick I feel an irrational need to do two things:
1. complain about it
2. do things that are not conducive to getting better.

( Case in point... )

( Random shiny niceness. )

( Impending Costa Rica wedding musings... )