I'd like my sense of taste back, please

[fahye]

Dying. Dying. Have become the dreaded globmonster from the black lagoon. Going through tissues and cups of blackcurrant tea at a ridiculous rate.

All remaining brain cells able to function at a level higher than "blahughhwhut?" are being mustered and poured into assignments/exam study, so I won't be around much, but I hope you all have a lovely Easter weekend. Eat some chocolate for me. Sing something nice with your vocal cords that actually work. Go and read Claira's fic, which has given me a stupid sappy grin.

And so I have something non-academic to do in my next study break - ask me a question about anything at all, and I'll answer honestly. With the normal caveat regarding questions that I consider to be totally out of line, but whatever, you lot are hardly the heartless paparazzi. And I'm happy to answer questions about the bizarre way in which my girlfriend is being told to give birth pretty much anything.

This is totally the most appropriate icon ever, thank you Kelsey.