wake me up inside

English inclass of pain and dubious Chaucer translations is over, but just thinking about all the assessment I have next week makes me feel sick. Pulled a muscle at skating and now cannot lift my arm, also have a raging headache.

Want to write, but anything I write in this mood will be angry and snappish and horrible.

Also really shouldn't RP, because Chidder is in a good mood and I don't want to spoil it for him. (Poor Teppic. Chidder's had YEARS to get used to the lovesick thing. He's in for a rough time.)

On top of all that, ascent from blathering mass of insecurity-ism has been thrown out the window.

Joy.

(no subject)

This is how it feels

Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed

- Placebo, “Every You Every Me”

Tink, you're a saviour. I'd offer to bear your children but we know how disastrous that topic was LAST time.

Penny Arcade does a wonderful job of keeping me semi-sane.