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to whatever fucker spilled their tropical drink on my purse at Monte Carlo: I hope you choke, that shit soaked all the way through to my camera and dried and now the "on" button and the mode selection wheel stick and I have to force them, which is a Bad Thing. arggh.

anyway. I am dead tired despite not really doing shit. although I guess I did only sleep 4 hours, but that's honestly so normal that I don't remember doing it anymore. college has done sinister things to my sleep cycle; I remember the days when I woke up at 5:30 every morning and 11 was a late night and now I don't think you could pry me out of bed that early if you wanted to, and I don't remember the last time I was asleep before 1. ah well.

still, I really have nothing pressing to do tonight, and I am actually thinking of going to bed... say, NOW, rather than poking around the internet for another 4 hours and then dragging my sorry ass to bed at two in the morning bitching about how I have to be awake in 6 hours.

buuuut I'm sure I won't.

oddly, though this post is kinda bitchyranty, I'm in a decent mood tonight. just dead.