RL rant in the next few paragraphs, FList. Run while you can ( Read more... )

I did nothing this break. Not even the necessary things. I am going to rushedly pull together my homework tomorrow and then face the rest of the semester with all of the stoicism and grace of a chicken with its head cut off. I can see it already ( Read more... )

Right, so. Last Friday, I GOT A HAIRCUT. Like, a real, five-inches-off haircut! MY FIRST HAIRCUT. Unfortunately, it was without my consent, so uh, the shock was so great that I got sick immediately after.

( A weirdly long ramble about the event and the resulting cold... )

I'm getting sick. Oh, damn it. I've got a sore throat and a fuzzy head and an achy neck and I have two papers I haven't started yet due on Thursday. I want to shoot things. I want to shoot things and make them dead. Damn it damn it damn it all.

Karma, you are indeed a bitch.

Despite the so-called War on Christmas, my holiday appears to be going as well as can be expected when one is coughing and sneezing and generally still sick. I cannot escape the Christmas music -- it has invaded my very thoughts. I'm quite pleased ( Read more... )

I had to go and get sick AGAIN. My last Changing of the Seasons Commemorative Cold(TM) was in what? May? Why did spring have to come so late this year ( Read more... )

I've actually been on the computer more in this past day than I've been in the past three weeks. That's sort of disturbing when I think about it really ( Read more... )