i am creepy.

Picture, if you will, the worst night in existence. For me, that night was last night. Studied eight straight hours for my statistics midterm, abysmally convinced that it was all for naught and I'd have to salvage my scholarship through gross sexual acts, blackmail, and/or murder. This period of frenetic studying was followed a flea bath for the Kitten, copious amounts of blood and damp fur, and a small tsunami in the kitchen sink.

Staggered to bed at one with a splitting headache.

And it gets worse. Of course.

I discovered two wonderful things last night.
1) The floorboards of the flat are a mite thin.
2) The girl downstairs, in the room directly beneath mine, was having a much better night than mine.

I wish I had such ear-splittingly brilliant sex . However, I don't think I'd have it at three in the bloody morning . I hate everyone. And everything. Except the Kitten.

It's amazing how difficult it is to restrain myself from babbling about the Kitten to the exclusion of all else.

Must study for organic chemistry now.

Must not jump out of my window.

Gah.

stupid.

I wrote this disturbing bit of POTC drabble.

Fear me.


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