"[I feel l]ike a military academy. Bits of me keep on passing out."

[changeling]

Dear special part of my brain that controls which songs are in my head,
FUCK. YOU.

Well, that was perhaps not the best advised thing to have done ever. Especially since I have uni today and have not yet found my editing assignment.

And why is my computer acting like it has a hangover?

Oh god. I wish my body knew how to be sick, because I want to go and do something personal to the toilet bowl.