So, its that time of year when my eyeballs are burning pits of fire. Of course, this is also the day my last assignment is due, and I have to walk home upon completing it in -21-with-the-wind-chill weather (which isn't really that cold, I guess, but really, really feels like it right now).

But Dinosaur Comics can still make me feel better.

OK. I'd known that Anthony (Stewart) Head had at least covered Sweet Transvestite. This did not prepare me for discovering actual photos of him, in a Frank N. Furter costume.

Because I'm feeling nice today, I'll put them ( behind a cut )

( Cases, cases...so many cases! )

Booyah, assignment submitted with ten minutes to spare (an eternity, by my standards). Although my wrists are about to sever themselves from my arm due to being rested on the edge of my laptop and desk all night long.

Gah. My wrist has been bugging me lately...hope I haven't managed to get RSS or Carpal Tunnel, although I suppose it's inevitable that they'd catch up with me eventually.

Yaay! I now have legal piano access (or at least I will on Monday ( Read more... )

What do you know, I actually did. Time for food. Looking at the next assignment reminds me of all the stuff I'm not supposed to know yet (although it's mostly minor things like rollovers and such). As an added bonus, my eyeballs are almost back down to their regular mass as well (although my nose still thinks it's a river).

My eyeballs are painful pressure masses. It's bad enough for the insides of my head, but I don't think my eyeballs like it very much either.

If I go to sleep now, I will wake up in time to finish my assignment (right).

Argh. Morning. Natural light. Lack of coffee. Stupid physics. Actual breakfast. Must not go back to sleep, or I will miss class.


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Argh...I should do stretches before head-banging. And my dreads are apparently now long enough to cause minor injury (or at least pain) to innocent bystanders within half a meter's radius. They are not without vindication, however...my shoulder and neck muscles have transformed themselves into masses of incandescent gas. I've been humming that ( Read more... )