James Bond ("From Russia With Love" and "Octopussy" -- we didn't quite get to "Die Another Day") and friends and exhaustion-induced hilarity. Yay. And La-la! What a nice day.
I'm going to operate under the assumption that staying up late and Doing Things is not going to kill me. The power of positive thinking at work.
OR, the prescription medication could make me really sick. Charming.
I also just realized that I'll still be on them come Friday, which means no drinking at my Last Big Semester Party Ever. Which *blows* because I am throwing it, and damn if I didn't *seriously* need the edge taken off last term. Of course, this time I seem to be just "throwing" it and have no doubt forgotten eighteen different necessary things that will result in us having no party. And I really do care about that... at least, on a theoretical level. This year I haven't even been able to ass myself to *check* the state of the library to see if it can be used as a bar-back, let alone actually clean it up.
I can only think how much worse this would all be if I *was* in school, because right now my semester of "let's leave school so there will be no sickness and everything will be FINE" is shaping up really shoddily.
It will be a miracle of Biblical proportions if I make it to meeting tonight. Lamest. Social chair. EVER.
-- Little Red, who currently hates and is hated by the word in equal measure.
