It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Stop. Sneezing.

No really. You're losing IQ this way.

Evidenced by my panicking because something weird was beside me. It's a shirt. OH NOES, WARDROBE!!! Stupid...7 in the morning. Can't sleep. If I lie down, my nose betrays me, and I can't breathe. I can not stand that feeling. It freaks me out. I can sleep sitting up, FFS.

Also, about an hour ago, there was a bang and then a TERRIFYING SOUND like something yowling from THE UNDERWORLD and I FREAKED OUT. I jumped so much my laptop almost fell off my lap. And then I called for Ariadne and she didn't come. I shook her treats, and she didn't come. I was absolutely certain that a Hellbeast had eaten my kitten (my touch with reality is thin at the best of times, and now I am sick and sleep deprived, so yes, I am being actually serious right now...) and I started tearing the room apart to find her. She was behind the curtain, staring out the window at Yoko, the kitty from next door. Who apparently makes the same sounds when she sees Ariadne, as Lewis makes when he's having a nightmare and screams in his sleep. A sort of blood-curdling, howl from hell, intermingled with a death rattle/shriek.

Honestly, the most frightening thing I have heard, ever. This is the birth of Heart Attack Kitteh, cousin to Heart Attack Pigeon.

And Yoko is a lovely kitty! I'm just grateful that sound did not come out of my tiny widdle princess. I picked her up to take her away from the Hellbeast, and she jumped out of my arms and scrambled back to look out the window again. So I know where I stand!

Staying up all night isn't good for your brain, but I did eat chips, chicken nuggets, and watch Spaced! :D

So I've spent all weekend studying and writing and I haven't brushed my hair in two days. Please note it is CLEAN, just wild and untamed, like my SOUL. Booyah. Now it's a bit wet and I'm cold, but my heater is on and I have a hottie and the girlies are watching Mitchell and Webb while I ignore it because I'm not entirely sure I get it... BUT We watched Stephen Fry's last look and QI and I made a sausage bake and tea and then I burned my hand with the water filling UP the water bottle, but it's all good.

It's ALL GOOD.

Because essays have eaten my brain. Eaten. Gone. Yesterday I spent the afternoon reading about social policy and fricking welfare and like...policy of policy makers making policy all for ONE 500 WORD REVIEW which is POINTLESS but it's out of the way so I can focus on how qualitative researchers use observation, focus groups, interviews and existing documentation to complete their research.

Reeeessseeaarrrcchhhhhhhh.

No seriously, brain eaten.

Tomorrow I get to ACTUALLY SEND MAIL because I've been waiting for the US Federal Aid lady to return my form to me before I send stuff to the US and she finally got to it. And then I have class and then more essays. Wheeeeeeee.

PS David Wells is my gay boyfriend. :D