I hate you all.

Especially nostalgia_lj who said, "don't worry, you can sit and work while we watch DS9," and kept putting on more episodes, and, oh, is making me write Bobslash except I just worked out how to do the Sloan thing, because for him it's more academic lust so all I need to do... you'll see, probably.

And redistributer for bringing over Highlander 4: Endgame and then making me miss about ten percent of Methos' dialogue. But... the voices! Are not right! And... gah, gah, gah, wanted to get slash bunnies and instead got, "I wonder what Joe and Methos were wandering around doing that they could turn up in time and have the right information and so on and so forth," and "I wonder how many kills Methos has made in 5000 years and if Kell's quickening was that big, then, hoo-boy for when Methos bites it." Oh, and the fact that him doing that made me stay up too late to get enough sleep so I had to stay up because otherwise I wouldn't be up in time for my lecture and I decided I was going to be good for the last few weeks of term. Not that I've done any of the work I was supposed to, of course, but the least I can do is make it to the lectures.

My head hurts. I need sleep. And caffeine. And chocolate. And... chocolate.

(no subject)

Y'know, there's this thing called "thinking" that I've heard of. And there's this thing called "concentrating". And there's a few other nice words like "conscientiousness" and "organisation" and "work".

Hmm. Nope. None of that here, no, ma'am.

yo-yo

Up: talked briefly Char, late of our house.
Down: quantum lecture. and he kept saying how much work we should have done over the holidays.
Up: computer, fic
Down: computer, fic,
Up: computer, fic, talked briefly to Jenny
Down: left computer room
Up: talked briefly to Jill and Kirsten
Down: realised could not concentrate enough to write two lines of code for programming lab
Up: walked out
Down: struggled through Tesco
Up: talked briefly to Lindsey
Down: posh arses with mobile phones
Up: talked to nostalgia_lj and edithmatilda
Down: arm hurt
Up: home, sugar, fic
Down: fic
Up: bunny
Down: bad bunny that will further constrain my ability to work
Up: food...
Down: arrived at chorus to find virtually nobody there at start time
Up: people showed up
Down: none of them were tenors. two tenors. one of them a girl. me.
Up: actually got bits right!
Down: got totally ignored at interval
Up: sang the Benedictus. "Osanna in excelsis!" ( ramble: music and performing )

Down: fellow chorus-member and classmate asked about work
Up: walked home
Down: vampires have eaten my brain. seriously. the bunny.
Up: chocolate. three bars of it.
Down: guilt associated with chocolate.

And that brings me to now. Fun, huh?