January 31st, 2006

hugh house

Brain = Broken

Ouch Ouch Ouch Rizatriptan ahoy! Ouch Ouch Ouch

And now that's out of the way...

Will the population of my floor in the DORC kindly grow up. You are not four years old, you do not need to slam every door in the building, or run around screaming. This is why I went to bed at 9 last night (sleep deprived) and was still awake at 2am when Bathroomie came in and proceeded to eat chipsticks (that delight of corn snacks) in the corridor outside my door with friends.

And guess which one of us was bright and peaky at brekkers? Clue: not me, I had panda rings.

Okay, that's enough ranting, what about some raving?

Saw my first ever ep of Slings And Arrows tonight. It was gorgeous. And Paul Gross was adorable, and didn't hog the screen, and I feel very very sorry for Oliver. *blub*

And yes, my head really hurts, ergo computerised telly rather than Attic Law. Did I mention I missed class today?

Erm... and somehow I ended up making this month's ds_recs icons for the pretty pretty estrella30, who seems to share my (lack of) approach to task management. They are shiny shiny and the hard bit was finding ones that fit, so, yeah, you don't really want to give somebody who likes x a y icon, now, do you?

Yegads, my head KILLS

It could so totally kill your brain by telepathikinesis.
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