ANRGYCAT IS ANGGGRRRRRYY.

Today I stood in the rain for ten minutes, merrily singing a little song composed entirely of obscenities. Not even creative ones. Then I turned an ankle as per usual, only this time it somehow threw my back out, so I basically hobbled through Randwick Junction like my ribs were being held together by hope and duct tape, bought a miraculous pair of pants that actually fit me and spent my entire counseling session lying on the floor going "murgh" while avoiding my issues. On the bright side, ACCESS forms, woo. Also a resolution to disable my internet while I do practice essays. Losing it for the whole weekend has proved spectacularly unsuccessful from a non-distracting perspective, so I figured maybe some motivation to finish the damn things could do the trick.

Tomorrow is a public holiday, but I still have to get up at fuck you o'clock to go to some family barbecue. I'm not really as cranky as I sound right now, it's mostly the bundle of nerves in my back talking. Or rather, screaming in agony. Although slightly less agony than was generally available this afternoon, so I guess it'll clear up by tomorrow evening. My mother just came in and gave me a tube of something which, on closer inspection, appears to be something called "GOANNA^TM" Arthritis Cream. I'm not entirely sure why this seemed like a good idea, but my mother works in mysterious ways.

In conclusion: SELF-MEDICATING. YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.

Angrycat and my ribs say goodnight.