Hhhhnnnngh
Argh shit on a fucking shit why does caffeine have to equal pain in certain PG-13 ladyparts
caffeine is delicious but fucking ouch for the foreseeable future
I mean they're barely even there to begin with, they must've spontaneously grown a few trillion fresh nerves per square inch for it to hurt when I just walk down the fucking hall, how do properly endowed ladies not kill themselves perhaps by not being morons and guzzling several gallons of Mountain Dew at key points in their menstrual cycles
And speaking of "ouch," my face thing is emerging from its winter hibernation. The boob-goblins, apparently bored with their part-time work, have turned their flaming pitchforks and pots of Greek fire onto the eensy creases under and along my nose, the size of which is pretty unfortunate to begin with; when you factor in eczema's tendency to concentrate around the nose and cheeks, and the fact that that's also the first line of attack for sweat to start forming, it feels like most of my face is being jabbed and peed upon by tiny demonic creatures who excrete acid and hatred. ;_; I know my two-year-old bottle of medicated cream is still working against it, but I know this because it FUCKING BURNS so yeah.
In better news, Avengers is the funnest thing ever. Thanks to Mike's birthday on Thursday (Happy birthday again! ♥), we wound up with three discrete instances of cake and food and presents throughout the weekend. :D All is well for the moment, though it'll be weller once we get our medications refilled--we've both run out of our antidepressants. Mine juuuust did, so hopefully we can get that rectified before I turn back into an avatar of misery incarnate, ruining the lives of all who behold me. D:
Three finals down, three to go~
caffeine is delicious but fucking ouch for the foreseeable future
I mean they're barely even there to begin with, they must've spontaneously grown a few trillion fresh nerves per square inch for it to hurt when I just walk down the fucking hall, how do properly endowed ladies not kill themselves perhaps by not being morons and guzzling several gallons of Mountain Dew at key points in their menstrual cycles
And speaking of "ouch," my face thing is emerging from its winter hibernation. The boob-goblins, apparently bored with their part-time work, have turned their flaming pitchforks and pots of Greek fire onto the eensy creases under and along my nose, the size of which is pretty unfortunate to begin with; when you factor in eczema's tendency to concentrate around the nose and cheeks, and the fact that that's also the first line of attack for sweat to start forming, it feels like most of my face is being jabbed and peed upon by tiny demonic creatures who excrete acid and hatred. ;_; I know my two-year-old bottle of medicated cream is still working against it, but I know this because it FUCKING BURNS so yeah.
In better news, Avengers is the funnest thing ever. Thanks to Mike's birthday on Thursday (Happy birthday again! ♥), we wound up with three discrete instances of cake and food and presents throughout the weekend. :D All is well for the moment, though it'll be weller once we get our medications refilled--we've both run out of our antidepressants. Mine juuuust did, so hopefully we can get that rectified before I turn back into an avatar of misery incarnate, ruining the lives of all who behold me. D:
Three finals down, three to go~