When I woke up this morning for the first time, all I could think was that my head felt like a bowl full of jelly. And I thought about that for a while, and found myself thinking that I am really strange, because the normal analogy is "stuffed full of cotton wool". But that wasn't right.

So I called in sick to work and spent 6 hours sleeping.

My head does feel like it's stuffed full of cotton wool now.

Um. So I'm feeling kind of conflicted. In my head (and hopefully on digital paper) I'm reasonably able to communicate my thoughts, but when I try to talk to people it comes out in grunts and stutters and short phrases all muddled together (I get like this when I'm sick and when I'm tired and when I'm drunk, and I'm sick and tired at the moment), and I don't think it very likely I'll be much better tomorrow. But! I've got work; I've got class; New Girl starts tomorrow; and I'm meant to be doing stuff for mooting. But!

I think I might take to my bed with a Terry Pratchett novel and see how I feel in the morning.

For various reasons - mostly that i am drunk - i have uploaded the soundtrack to Cruel Intentions. If you do not already have it, you can upload it here.

that flatmate of mine just forgot my name, yo. we're so drunk and stuff.