Okay, I admit defeat. I am sick. The gross, snotty, hurrrk hurrrrk HACK wheeze kind of sick. Combined with the funkiness of the first couple of days on a doubled dose of meds, and [uterus-related complaints], it is safe to say that overall, I am feeling pretty sludgy.

Blurgh.

*stuffs pockets with tissues and shuffles off to class*

Cough medicine + stuffy headedness + Lexapro loopiness + lack of sleep = a truly surreal, head-spinny day.

*sways gently in chair*

I have an Ancient History & Archaeology essay due in this day next week, so I do not right now have time to freak out over the Spanish Linguistics essay I will have to write after that. Nevertheless, let me take a moment.

AUUUUUUUUUGH.

Okay, moving on.

I'm cranky, and the cute, smart, sweater-vest-wearing British boy that, despite my overall apathy towards the general idea of Relationships, I've been guiltily nursing a wee girly crush on for two years (I know, shut up) has a leggy blonde girlfriend.

Whatever, universe. Whatever.

*hormones unsteadily grumpily off to do translation homework*