and in the darkened underpass
I have run out of blue ink. I'm quite despondent.
I have a vaguely psychotic side that says if I change my revision note colour scheme half way through a topic I WILL FAIL.
deary me. Ach well. I'm still on angina, though, which still ought to be piss fucking easy (attenolol! amlodipine! whut whut nicorandil? glyceryl trinitrate! try an aspirin! no, not clopidogrel, it's a fucking drug company piss take for uncomplicated angina! oh fuck what am I turning into)
So anyway. I think I can take the plunge and switch to black in this instance. black sort of appropriate for acute coronary syndrome. all I can remember from second year is having LEFT ANTERIOR DESCENDING! THE WIDOWMAKER! shouted at me. fuuuuck.
I'm just procrastinating here, to be honest. yep.
I ought to be at the hospital, but it's blowing quite a gale (my draughty window tells me so, the unclosable fiend). Plus, everyone's favourite channel 4 daytime tv historian, niall ferguson, is all over my tv this week. I've been learning about what terrible cunts the Victorians were. Lovely buildings. Hideous empire. Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious, and all that.
Got a free BNF yesterday. Over-excited by this.
Also over-excited by a hideous mash of nico and the prodigy. Sounds amazing! but down with going to transylvania with glasvegas - they'll suck poor carlito's blood, or summat. I have been reading carlos the vampire slayer (bloody hell the way so many people use language in libs fic is frankly astounding, so damn good), and yeah. I not sure it's entirely normal to waste time worrying that glasvegas are going to eat carl barat for christmas, but...hell, I'm really fucking bored.
I have a vaguely psychotic side that says if I change my revision note colour scheme half way through a topic I WILL FAIL.
deary me. Ach well. I'm still on angina, though, which still ought to be piss fucking easy (attenolol! amlodipine! whut whut nicorandil? glyceryl trinitrate! try an aspirin! no, not clopidogrel, it's a fucking drug company piss take for uncomplicated angina! oh fuck what am I turning into)
So anyway. I think I can take the plunge and switch to black in this instance. black sort of appropriate for acute coronary syndrome. all I can remember from second year is having LEFT ANTERIOR DESCENDING! THE WIDOWMAKER! shouted at me. fuuuuck.
I'm just procrastinating here, to be honest. yep.
I ought to be at the hospital, but it's blowing quite a gale (my draughty window tells me so, the unclosable fiend). Plus, everyone's favourite channel 4 daytime tv historian, niall ferguson, is all over my tv this week. I've been learning about what terrible cunts the Victorians were. Lovely buildings. Hideous empire. Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious, and all that.
Got a free BNF yesterday. Over-excited by this.
Also over-excited by a hideous mash of nico and the prodigy. Sounds amazing! but down with going to transylvania with glasvegas - they'll suck poor carlito's blood, or summat. I have been reading carlos the vampire slayer (bloody hell the way so many people use language in libs fic is frankly astounding, so damn good), and yeah. I not sure it's entirely normal to waste time worrying that glasvegas are going to eat carl barat for christmas, but...hell, I'm really fucking bored.