At present, I am dying a slow death by decaffeination,
which is ironic because I had three cups this morning. The thing is that I’ve more or less screwed myself over by making a bet that I won’t drink coffee until the end of the winter semester (that’s right, 8 months!). This begs the question: what the hell was I thinking.
Oi, I’m an idiot.
I’m trying to make my way back to LJ, just because I’m a pushover and everyone else seems to be on it, so why be the black sheep. I really need to get to work right about now (I was late as it is, but that really wasn’t my fault, I swear! I took a hostage home with me and had to feed him before releasing him into the wild).