*vom*

Bleuch.

So, it’s the day after my last night and I feel ropey as fuck. I’ve gained a mouth ulcer – my nose is blocked, and my legs keep trying to deposit me on the floor.

Still, I’m managing to keep down my lunch, which is good.

What’s less good is the sudden and spontaneous death of my printer. Overnight, it seems, it went from working fine to making very unpleasant noises. Bah.

Okay. So now I have to write this essay, without falling asleep on the keyboard. Heh. his is one of the hardest essays I’ve had to write, frankly I find it scarily difficult. I do wonder if I’m doing something horrendously wrong to make it seem so hard, but there we go. Anyway, back to it.