LiveJournal's free servers are overloaded again. I want to get a paid LiveJournal account, but right now I do not have the money. Next month, after the new roommates move in, I'll be able to afford it. I want to get on the fast servers now, but I'll just have to wait.

I put powder on the pads of my pretty petite patoot to prevent potentially being plagued by a plethora of painful pimples. Promptly, Lake paddled my pretty petite patoot and produced peculiar puffy powder poofs.

We have an appointment with our psychiatrist tomorrow. It's the last time we'll see her, as she's retiring. She's the only psychiatric professional that most of us trust right now. I'm nervous. I don't know what we'll do. We never really saw her as much as we needed too. Only every other week for a half hour. I know we need to see someone more often. But we trust her. I know she has a right to retire, and I'm happy for her. But, we're still nervous.

There is so much I want to get accomplished, but we can't seem to concentrate on any one thing. Too switchy. I'm going to try to relax a little before trying again, but there are several things I simply must get done.