nny | (no subject)

Been watching House all day.

It's never the squeam that bothers me. I'm okay with blood, maggots, pus, all manner of grossness; what has me hiding behind a cushion (or Ming-Ming, my toy panda, should a cushion not be readily available) is pain. Watching someone experience pain. Yeek.

I am a leedle overhung. I ought to be tidying my room because I have a

foreverdirt visiting soonish, but when the choice comes down to worsening a hangover or procrastinating, procrastination always wins out. Hell, procrastination always wins out anyway. :D

I'm worried about the teaching thing; namely the fact that I have to provide evidence of good health. After the year I've had? Yeah. Gonna be interesting.