{ scratching at my door. }

[delga]

Wow. I feel like crap. The non!drunk-yet-not-sober me is fun but hellish. I have a cold liek woah. Not to mention that Mod. essay to write in the next two days, starting today.

Maybe I'll make toast first? (As twincy put it, verily, I have of the munchies.)

I hate my nose. And yet I feel good because I was abundant in sharing Joy last night and such good deeds make me feel superior. YES. (Also, I acquired about 4GB of music yesterday AND began to plan a piece of writing that will probably go NOWHERE. Oh yeah.)

In conclusion: I am fighting the urge to ditch my essay for toast and season 5 episodes of L&O: Criminal Intent. No, seriously. THIS SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD PLAN.