the ground beneath her feet...

I have five gmail invites, should anyone be interested in 1000 MB of storage...?

Freya left about four hours ago, miss her like crazy. It's strange, that you can miss someone so much it almost physically hurts. Have huge urge to ease said pain by eating chocolates in huge amounts and curling up in bed to watch the Concert in Central Park, but don't really have money for candy, and my bed smells of Freya, so it's not exactly the best idea. Who knows, maybe I'll go downstairs and be social, or maybe I'll write. Maybe I'll stop feeling sorry for myself and maybe hell will freeze over.

*drags self away from computer and downstairs*