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Oct. 5th, 2004 05:17 pmPardon my whining. But... I hate grad school, I'm tired, and I want to play but caaaaaaan't.
Wah. I was even in a foul mood last night that was not boosted by retail therapy (but, ooh, shiny! I have two cute pairs of pants and a darling pair of shoes). I'll get over it. I blame my hormones whether it's that or not :P I have in the past two nights gone to sleep at my old normal time, and surprise, surprise! I haven't slept that great either night. That's some irony for you.
I did however get a Neverwhere-universe plot bunny from watching a documentary on the Great London Fire. *facepalms*
Stupid class... we hates it, my precious.
Must... leave... computer... lab.... *clutches onto keyboard while Responsibility pulls me awaaaaaaaay*
Wah. I was even in a foul mood last night that was not boosted by retail therapy (but, ooh, shiny! I have two cute pairs of pants and a darling pair of shoes). I'll get over it. I blame my hormones whether it's that or not :P I have in the past two nights gone to sleep at my old normal time, and surprise, surprise! I haven't slept that great either night. That's some irony for you.
I did however get a Neverwhere-universe plot bunny from watching a documentary on the Great London Fire. *facepalms*
Stupid class... we hates it, my precious.
Must... leave... computer... lab.... *clutches onto keyboard while Responsibility pulls me awaaaaaaaay*
