And now, V tries her hand at Being Cryptic

It'll be a while before I have adequate words for this past week or so. Particularly the past fifty-some hours. All I can say is that apparently the universe, or perhaps just Aphrodite, has decided to Bless the Living Fuck out of me. And then bless even more living fuck out of me.

I'm still not sure what I did to deserve this. Have I, in some upside-down version of Fight Club, been running around stopping wars and curing illness when I thought I was asleep? (I suppose it would at least explain why I'm so ill-rested. Perhaps it's not sleep apnea after all.)

Actually I suppose I can more or less sum up the last bit in two words, if rather opaque ones:

Hail Eris.

*meep*