Fark fark fark fark fark prelims starts next week and I'm spending thursday, friday AND — FREAKING AND — saturday in a chalet in Changi fighting for breathing space to revise + work on IS while bearing with my lovely nieces and nephews and their one-piece bathing suits/dogs/tricycles/nintendo ds-es etc. And I really want to be an awesome uncle but kids are not my thing.
Also, sister is playing the Glee soundtrack on full volume AND I'M HOMICIDAL, I WANT TO RIP ALL THEIR THROATS OUT. I thought it would be a nice satire of the musical comedy genre but OH GROSS THEY WERE ACTUALLY TAKING THEMSELVES SERIOUSLY. (I'm preparing to be flamed a thousand times over for this.) WHATEVER, I HATE THE SHOW ON A VERY FUNDAMENTAL LEVEL.
MY LYFE SUXXXXXX; I'm going to the kitchen to down a few shots of that honey liqueur I bought in Poland, followed by a mug of Baileys, followed by amphetamines or something, because this week is not boding well. :@ :@ :@
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