Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing off my skin.

Yeah, actually, I am listening to Garbage! Good job, non-existant reader person who doesn't exist!

So. Finals start tomorrow. Let us all jump up and down in joyous love of that which is torture. Jumps up and down.

As many of you will undoubtably read later in my lj, I spent the weekend up at the cabin. I studied, watched E.FC, Tracker and Labyrinth which, by the way, is possessed of much too much David Bowy for my fragile sanity.
Those of you special enough to know my real net-identity will read the uncondensed version on various other less upblic blogs later tonight/tomorrow morning.

And Heather has a frozen mouth, and is humming Oh Canada. She is also adding a gallery to her site, which is a good thing because every singer/actor/whatever else you can be to achieve fame has a gallery. And we get pics of Heather! And believe me, Rommie and I have some embarrassing ones.

And it is exceedingly hot in my office.
I wish for school to be over.
And Heather is going to feed her cat.
And now, before I began rambling on about unimportant matters, I shall go off and leave you all in relitive peace as I frantically write E.FC fic. Depressive here, people. Eagerly awaiting manic. ...Eagerly. .....very, very eagerly.