Things that are rubbish; I have caught one of those "leak from every orifice" colds. Again. Curse you, immune system.
Things that are not rubbish; being down (well, almost; the second to last is written but not proof-read yet) to one last deadlined assignment, and:
Giving myself a haircut:
This is what happens when you leave me in a house with split ends and a pair of scissors. I've never cut my hair into a side parting before though, and I've not had one since I shelled out £60 for a haircut about seven years ago (before I learned to cut my own hair). I am really quite fond of the result <3!