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God DAMN, but I hate waking up with a migraine. Especially a sinus one, and it hurts too fekkin' much to lie down and try and sleep it off.

Especially the ones that let me get to know the nearby porcelain shrine intimately. "Why hello John, you look well. Pardon. *hurk*"



*grumble* I don't mind being sick nearly so much as I mind getting over it. Somehow, that always ends up WORSE.


Ugh. If you'll excuse me, I have to crawl off and die now.

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Oh, the joy.

I saw Phantom again tonight with pbandj, since we kinda just gave up on reading for our thesis after a several hours of mind-numbing theoretics. On the bright side, I've got more material to work with for Tuesday. And another Urasenke handbook on the way (an expensive little bastard, no less). So I'm not quite as fucked as I was on Thursday, though I'm not really looking forward to Tuesday and the "you've only done this much on an honors project?" look I'm expecting from my advisor. [I'm sorry, I enjoy learning and hate papers. Is that SO BAD? Why can't my honors project just be *reading* all the frikkin' texts available in English? Extrapolating difficult theories in an essay format? SO not my thing.]

Seriously, go watch these movies after reading m15m. Ever so much fun. ^___^

Dread Pirate Roberts' Ballet Corps! *snrk* "Aagh, my preening arm!"


Yeah, so I'm hopeless. At least no one yelled at me for giggling all the way through the movie.


And I still want to take home a pretty Phantom of my own, dammit. Singing sexy boiz.... *swoon* (Did you see that mad swooning action? I can do it again.)


Ugh. This thesis is NEVER going to get done. *cries* 50 pages. I am SO dead.