Writing for the sake of writing

Fucking exhausted.

But yeah, we knew that. I think stress from exams is compounding this flare. Bah. But this time next week I'll be done. Yes, done. And then I can spend Friday at roleplay mocking Lauren and Misha, who are in high school and at UofT respectively, and are not done yet.

... there are too many charms I want to buy for Trian. Damnit.

I'm glad I've been writing down all my apointments and events lately. My memory has been sucky, as proof with the wrong burner on the stove, the toothpaste, and I also forgot to take banana bread out of the oven yesterday, so it burned :(

Liver doctor on monday. We'll find out of my liver is dying on me. Cheerful, that thought.

So sad news, I am for sure not going out to the concert tommorow night. I'm really, really not up to it. If you see this in time, deliver my apologies Mandie. I hadn't confirmed I was going to anyone, but I really really meant to go. Stupid fibro. I'll wear my raver pants all the same though. A promise is a promise :P

What else can I babble on about? I still hate computers. I'm sitting here typing up chapter summaries, and my only solace is that Myriam is sitting at another computer across the city, typing up the definitions. Yay for team work! *hugs Myriam*

Bergmann comes over tommorow. Here's hoping the dog doesn't get as jealous as he did with Hamza and jump up on the pair of us just for hugging -_- I love that dog, but he's a bit of a pain sometimes.

In the meantime.

Goodnight.

I'm so not getting Sammy's present done in time... not happy AT all.