Today is full of Fall Out Boy and drum and bass and crack. I do not know if this bodes well. Mostly I'm sulking at the fic that WILL NOT DIE. Or submit, or something. I've been stuck in the same place for EVER and I can't shift past it and it's driving me mad.
Also, I'm claustraphobic right now. I keep having to spread my fingers and toes apart and stretch out my limbs to get rid of it. I was all squished up on the train the other day (people. With their legs.) and I nearly punched a guy in the face because he took up all my room. Small spaces don't bother me so long as I can stretch, but man the idea of my toeses being enclosed frets the crap out of me; if I have constricting shoes on all my muscles get tight, it's bizarre.
I am fruitcake. Hear me - um - masticate?