Frayed nerves on a whim.

Mood agitated
Wearing Levi Strauss jeans, dusty green 3/4 sleeve top and my black belt
Eating/Drinking Milk
Hearing Nothing. Too agitated to listen.
Dreamt about God knows...
Present MSN name I lost you to the heavens; I sit here on earth like a token, like some kind of souvenir of your living, like stardust or gasoline.
Talking to No one. Too agitated to talk.
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day suspense

FUCKING HELL! This is driving me mad. I'm sweating. My hands are shaking. I broke a promise to myself. I'm pacing. I can't keep my hands still. I'm going hot, cold... shivering...

And for what? CSI spoilers. The finale no less. I told myself I would look at finale spoiler details, but here they are anyway. And here I am reading them. mystery fucking knows know gets injured and who's in peril. And she's fucking toying with us. Fucking, pissy shit.

I FUCKING need to FUCKING know!

NOW!

I can't talk right now, I need to know. I'll come back in a few minutes. I just need to trawl through 43 pages of shit for a couple of good posts my mystery. Fack.