Mono. I have mother-fucking mononucleosis. Which I guess serves me right for making out with all those random guys while I was in London. On a brighter note, chances are I gave Charles the Dog-Fucker mono. If that be the case (and I oh so sincerely hope it is) then the bastard has been given fair retribution ( Read more... )

Speed Update Incoming:

I'm wiped.
My tonsils have swollen to approximately the size of golf balls, thus I am going to take advantage of England's free and lovely National Health on Monday
I got back from Stratford today. It was fabulous.
I saw The Royal Shakespeare Company's production of Twelfth Night. Words cannot express how fucking amazing it ( Read more... )

The title pretty much says it all. But where I lost my voice, I got a lovely cold in return. Fab ( Read more... )

I am such a fucking stalker. Someone please help. I need a 12 step program or something.

That is all. More later when I haven't written 5 emails that all pretty much say the same thing, cause I'm cool like that.

Ahem, yeah, I saw Charles again last night. Not anything nearly on par with what happened Tuesday night (alas, I even wore sexy knickers) but still nice. I really do not want to go home at the end of this, I really do not. I'm thinking about it way too much. Lindsie (and everyone else) say I should take it for what it is (which, I'm not even ( Read more... )

So what if I have to read Act I of Translations tonight, as well as two other Irish short stories--I could give two shits. Allow me to explain why ( Read more... )