Ink Stains and Empty Teacups

Dear universe, the sudden bout of cabin fever is in no way, shape or delineable form appreciated.

Also, the DVLA is a black void of suck.

No love, Me

Ps. The insomnia is unappreciated. You may have it the fuck back, kthnxbye.

Once again, my punctuality issues get the better of me without me! 'Sweetheart: She Was Always Late' will be graven on my heart.

Supernatural is brilliant, but a word to the wise? Being in the dark and under your covers will only ramp up the batshit freakiness 'til you jump like a little girl.

There is no way in hell I'm getting to sleep tonight.

Granger Enchanted has stolen my BRAIN. It's currently ten past four in the morning, I have to be up in four hours and I'm still reading fanfiction.

Masochistic much, self?

Also? Sharing room with The Sister means putting my laptop under the covers.

I'm pretty sure I'm actually melting for real, in a sort of 'Nooooooo, I'm melllll-ting!' way.