tears are liquor for the soul.

I have NO IDEA what that means, even though I wrote it, but it sounds damn cool.

I'm working tomorrow. I have to get up at nine in order to have a slight chance of getting any ICT done. This course decribed in a word: fail. With a capital F.

I'm just under so much stress that I actually want to cry for the first time in... something. Since about July last year, I think. And I know that it's me that's put myself under it and everything. But oh my fucking God, I just wish it would all go away. It's past the point now where I can actually help anything substantially by doing ANYTHING.



...you suck-diddly-uck, Flanders.