i'm ticked off
the world is ticking me in the ovaries at the moment. what the hell.
a full day of timetabled lessons? what? with all these essays and exams? bite my squishy pink ass.
and, after humming and hawing over which two hour show to do on a saturday – so early! too late! – we decide on the morning, breakfast type slot, only to find that we in fact only have one hour. WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO GET OUT OF BED ON A SATURDAY MORNING FOR A ONE HOUR SHOW.
in other news, i have a can of coke and PJ just played a profanity-licious track right in the middle of lunchtime on RaW.
damn it and death.