"One accusation you can't throw at me is that I've always done my best."
So. I can't look down at the keyboard. Why am I posting? I watched too much tv yesterday and now I'm bored. Theoretically I'm halfway through biochem right now, but really, I barely hauled myself out of bed a bit ago. It's actually relatively painful to sleep, and the muscle relaxants aren't doing their job. Fools. So here I awkwardly sit with my neck at a most bizarre angle (Tina laughed at me *grumblegrumble*) and attempt to recall proper typing skills. Which I really don't recall. Ho hum.
It's amazing how a neck injury puts absolutely everything on hold. I can't eat properly, clothe myself or really do anything but lie down with immense amounts of very fluffy pillows and a menthol patch on my back to keep the muscles cold and then warm. You thought I'd kicked that menthol habit, but oh no. I enjoy it immensely, muahaha. I don't have to be sane! So there! Yesterday I watched A Makeover Story, What Not To Wear, the first halves of Inter vs Sampdoria (booooring! though my yellow submarines are playing Inter in the Champions League, so I paid some attention) and United vs Newcastle (whee! I loves my Wayne, I does! two goals in the first twelve minutes! can'tcan'tcan't wait for the world cup!), two episodes of Star Trek:TNG (two of my favourites, too! I love season seven!), Help! (JONGLES FOREVER!), Scrubs, Futurama and The Wrong Coast (only because Mark Hamill is one of the main voices <3). I think my insanity claim is quite well-founded, don't you?
Darling, darling Dr Whiting (my Micronutrients prof and Monica's mum) is letting me write the midterm on Monday instead of in half an hour! I do love her so. Should buy her a fantabulous present, but would look like a major suck. I already do at work for buying an enormous gift set of biscuits and preserves for my boss in London; the woman gave me all of December and the first two weeks of January off, which is retail heaven and hell at the same time. Immense love. Immense, I say!
And, um, that's really it. Footballfootballfootball! Mm, more football. And like it or not, The Beatles. Who now own my soul (curse you, ayoungboy!). Ahahahahah.
<3
Question next time, neck/stomach angry. I leave you with random amusing quotation:
My entire Master's education consisted of sitting in a very small room with five other people who would read something I'd been working on for six months and then say things like "You might want to try not writing while stoned." --Blonde Champagne
It's amazing how a neck injury puts absolutely everything on hold. I can't eat properly, clothe myself or really do anything but lie down with immense amounts of very fluffy pillows and a menthol patch on my back to keep the muscles cold and then warm. You thought I'd kicked that menthol habit, but oh no. I enjoy it immensely, muahaha. I don't have to be sane! So there! Yesterday I watched A Makeover Story, What Not To Wear, the first halves of Inter vs Sampdoria (booooring! though my yellow submarines are playing Inter in the Champions League, so I paid some attention) and United vs Newcastle (whee! I loves my Wayne, I does! two goals in the first twelve minutes! can'tcan'tcan't wait for the world cup!), two episodes of Star Trek:TNG (two of my favourites, too! I love season seven!), Help! (JONGLES FOREVER!), Scrubs, Futurama and The Wrong Coast (only because Mark Hamill is one of the main voices <3). I think my insanity claim is quite well-founded, don't you?
Darling, darling Dr Whiting (my Micronutrients prof and Monica's mum) is letting me write the midterm on Monday instead of in half an hour! I do love her so. Should buy her a fantabulous present, but would look like a major suck. I already do at work for buying an enormous gift set of biscuits and preserves for my boss in London; the woman gave me all of December and the first two weeks of January off, which is retail heaven and hell at the same time. Immense love. Immense, I say!
And, um, that's really it. Footballfootballfootball! Mm, more football. And like it or not, The Beatles. Who now own my soul (curse you, ayoungboy!). Ahahahahah.
<3
Question next time, neck/stomach angry. I leave you with random amusing quotation:
My entire Master's education consisted of sitting in a very small room with five other people who would read something I'd been working on for six months and then say things like "You might want to try not writing while stoned." --Blonde Champagne