Getting some plastic surgery, basically. It feels like I lost an arm, which, realistically, is not so good.
I'm in the library, typing on their manky keyboard, since I have homework.
Anyway, damn, THIRTEEN DAYS. OH MY GOD.
CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKERS.
I have to go shopping this weekend 'cause I don't know when the hell else I'm going to do it. Clearly, though, I embody the holiday spirit and am not at all creepy, so this should be no problem.