spent all day in the woods, taking pretty pictures whilst the men-folk gut the deer.  it was a bad idea to go, no matter how many pretty (and disgusting) pictures i got from it.  my fever came back, and i came home exhausted; didn't even get to eat any "ohmygod, my cousin is 4" cake.  that's bullshit.  because my aunt made him a cars cake with that red car and tow-mater; very awesome cake making skills indeed.

i'm having anxiety issues out the ass for no apparent reason, and am getting shaky and confused.  maybe it's just the illness bothering me.  maybe i'll watch tv.  i don't have the brain for computer right now, anyway.

also.  the cat was put down, and nobody thought to tell him.  it's kind of upsetting.