Grumblegrumblesniff.

Well, I'm sick, which sucks majorly, but I kind of had ample warning, so that's that. On to other things.

I think one of the most morbid topics I like to ponder in my idle flights of fancy is what I would name my self-help book, if I were to ever publish one. Right now, the winning title is How I Nearly Ruined My Life Being A Compulsive Approval Seeker So That You Don't Have To!

Seriously, I'm heart-sick and regular-sick and I don't know how I'm going to finish all my work this week, but it still has to happen, except I don't know when. They aren't weekends if they're like this! There is this voice in the back of my head that I am trying to ignore which is broadcasting SCREW EVERYTHING in huge neon lettering, which is distracting and not practical and I wish it would shut up, but of course it won't.

*gives self a little slap* BUCK UP!

Ask me why and I'll spit in your eye!

This is why I am neurotic, in a nutshell, but it's bothering me and I need to talk about it somewhere.

( People wonder why I don't privatize these things, but the reason is that I made a pact with myself to never be ashamed of anything I write here. If you don't read, that's fine, it's for my own benefit. )

And that's my catharsis for the week. *ducks away to distract herself with pretty manga chapters*