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Had first exam. Think passed. May not have. But think did. Hooray.

Went to doctor. Doctor gave me enough venlafaxine for the summer. 21g of it, sitting in my drawer... enough to overdose seriously on, though the webpage I saw had only a couple of fatalities from venlafaxine - but then it is only ten years old, and it might well have been old figures. Oh, but: "Venlafaxine adversely effects sleep by decreasing REM activity and decreasing sleep efficiency and continuity." Ignoring the incorrect English... half my problem, when I went to the doctor, was that my sleeping patterns were fucked. Excuse me while I look at the quoted sentence and raise my eyebrows...

Anyway... really ought to study. Will. Later.

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You can tell how desperately I'm procrastinating by the fact that I cooked actual food - spaghetti puttanesca, or a variant thereof.

You can tell how mad I am by the fact that this was a recipe I got from a Giles/Oz fic.

I mean, I've had something similar before. And it wasn't so much a recipe in the fic as a very brief description. But. Anyway.

I'm going to learn quantum mechanics now. Honest.

Random procrastinatoriness

I was just wondering if it's actually possible to look up through your eyelashes. Because I can't, see, because of the way that I need to look through my glasses to be able to see anything. But it keeps happening in stories. And I just wondered if people who can actually see without assistance can do that.

Um. Yes. Grr. Argh.