Glarkph.

Am too sick to sleep.

Also got something in eye last night that would not come out and would not stop annoying. Result: much dryness and itchiness and puffiness and goop.

Woe, woe, woe is me.

Also: have the third Utena soundtrack waiting for me in the mail room, but I can't pick up packages for another hour.

DOOM. ANGST. WOE. PHLEGM. DEAD.

Edit: But life is much better now because of one of the best things in the world.

BETA ON AIM.

*hugs hedwig_the_owl*

This is getting silly.

It's gone beyond ramen. My Secret Sadie must've gotten an unwanted care package or something. I'm getting Easter candy taped to my door.

You know what this means?

This means PEEPS.

I have freaking PEEPS taped to my door.

In other news, "The Natural Compatriots' Palace Perspective Book" makes very strange make-out music. Then, of course, "Akio Car" came on, at which I started snerking. (The girlfriend has not yet seen Utena and thus does not understand why this is so amsuing. This will be rectified this summer.)