the post of sleep dep

You have NO IDEA how much work goes into milliways_bar. Unless you are copinggoggles, indy_go, or muffinbutt who are my b00s and I love them like I love houmous.

bloody frickin' hell my back hurts ow ow ow.


I don't deserve to be passing uni. I'm terrible person. Oooooooh terrible.


Man, I wish I could make money from this. I'm so poor. Hee!

Mice have shut up, tonight. It's like... they had a massive mouse war that raged for two days and now they're dealing with the dead and wounded, recalling the troops, preparing for the last battle. And there's a little mouse riding a rat and making heroic speeches. it's probably terribly moving, in my walls. Which is like in my pants but less intrinsically funny.

Cack it. I have to put sheets on my bed. CAN'T BE ARSED I WANT TO SLEEP AND I FORGOT TO CHANGE SHEETS because mod brain took over.

I have piles of books EVERYWHERE

so many books

soooooo many books

books

oooooh books

I wonder if my head would fit in my bra? There's an experiment for another day.

i miss my carrielady and my mightytom

I also miss fresh air and sleep and my mum and my dad and my G and hugs and kissing people and going out and having spare cash and not having to take life a day at a time.

My arse is numb.

And I miss writing.

Why is Stephen Maturin on Jack Sparrow's maroon-y style island in my head? I don't know either, but it's kinda pretty. my nose is cold

um i think i bed now because the sense she is gone away

byebyebye

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Going home for a few days tomorrow, so no internet most likely. That's probably why I've been doing the modding thing so, lately. It's not like me, is it? :D

Sleep, at home. That's good. And no mice. And I can get some work done without constantly getting distracted by computer. I feel sure I'm going to forget something, but I feel like that every time I go anywhere. It occurs to me that I should have eaten more than houmous and ryvita today. Is midnight too late to have dinner? I think I need to pack before bed, anyway. I do hope the mice shut up- if they don't, I'll be RPing, no doubt.

I've become, in my slightly intoxicated state, terribly English, it would appear. Anyway- downstairs and shifting the TV, unless it's already been done. And food, and packing. And tomorrow morning, to yell at the agency about meeses, and then home and hugs. I could do with hugs.

See you all!