x_los | Just You And Me, Bucket (or I sometimes forget Worf was raised by a small Russian Jewish couple)

This is the saddest thing I have ever typed: I miss my Vommit Bucket from second semester last year. It''s just the right shape, the ideal heft! I stumbled in the kitchen of my Aunt's appartment and quietly forraged for a suitable vessel, muttering "Just you and me, bucket."

But this bucket and I-- we're going to be close. We're sleeping together, if I ever get to sleep. I think I'll glue on little bows and strands of pearls and start calling it Beatrice and reading it the Divine Comedy as it stands proud, purposeful, noble as its namesake, indifferent to my corporal suffering yet infinitley tender, sent to me by God/Rubbermaid Enterprises of Japan to see me through this perilous journey. Or perilous Journey, which is so awesomer.

Or perhaps I will call it BonBon. I will attach a small, vommitt-proof berrett to its corner by means of tape, and we will watch Gigi together and cry. And vommitt. But mostly cry!

Or I will name it Beatrix, that I might say "It's you and me, Kiddo."

Things of hillarity:

Just realized Hermione's Arithmancy professor is named Professor Vector. Owwwwww.

I bought foot long strawberry pocky.

I made myself a sick mix called Convalessence (see, there's an s instead of a c and now it's kinda like a soul album? ...guys?) and no one but Annie finds this funny.

I sometimes forget Worf (ST:TNG) was raised by a small Russian Jewish couple. But then I remember.