Feeling Sorry for Myself

I think I'm dying.

Not like really or anything, but you get the point. Headache. Have been sick all week, but still had to go to Uni (which I want to end so I can go home and sulk) and write two psych reports. Was horrible. Had it all under control and then sick and blergh and my brain wouldn't work and now my reports are both crap and I might lose ten whole marks from the first one because I only got it to the psych counter at two minutes past five which I could accept if the stupid fire alarm hadn't gone off in the library while I was trying to finish the damn thing and then I had to move to the Art History library which has no printer so I had to go back to the main library in the end anyway which I did and submitted it online before five so it should count as being in before five dammit. Will have to go to the psych desk tomorrow and ask about it all. Will talk to the course coordinator if I need to. Am sick, can get doctor's certificate, want leeway.

Also want home. With Mum and Dad and sister and cats. And dogs, because they love me blindly and sit on my feet, unlike the cats, who are just cute and make funny little meeping noises when they want something. Lonely. Tired. Sister visiting on Friday. Want her here now.

Have discovered that the televisual form of chocolate is Gilmore Girls.

Was in good mood after submitting today's assessment. Got steak for tea at a cafe, was very nice. Then saw Burn After Reading, which was great. Brad Pitt is an adorably ridiculous moron, and the CIA guys at the end are one of the best things on film ever. Have to learn that actor's name. Can't just call him Schillenger forever. Then walked home - is a pretty night but walking was probably where I went wrong. Meant I was tired when got here. Was feeling better, but am obviously not fully recovered. Saw email telling me first report received on Monday instead of Friday and appear to have had an emotional breakdown. Not just out of nowhere, have been stressed with few ups for too long.


Aaand have now just gotten off the phone after a nice sulk session with my Mum and feel much better. We talked about the holiday we're going to go on to Vanuatu or Daydream Island or New Caledonia. I am hoping for New Caledonia, it's beautiful and different and we have history there. Talking about New Caledonia lead to talking about our French/NC ancestry, which lead to us googling our French name. Which I am going to continue to do now while Gilmore Girls plays in the background.

Still have to go to the psych desk and do horrid negotiations tomorrow, but feel better anyway. Also! We'll know the gender of my brother's twins tomorrow! So I get to buy baby gifts!

It's amazing what a good cry at your mother can do to improve your disposition. I really didn't think I was capable of exclaimation points today.

I really need a break.