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I have discovered that I work better when I am not medicated. This makes perfect sense: it stands to reason that I am more productive when I am not high. That is what it does to me, you know - makes me completely and utterly high. Well, maybe that's a bit of a stretch, but even so, 'tis pretty much... Yes. I hadn't gone into it much, but really, that's what sort of state it puts me in. Those who know me well might have noticed how utterly cheery I have been ever since I went on the meds. Aye, 'tis it.

Anyway, so that is the state of things. My anxiety medication makes me high and unable to concentrate. Very well, then. I didn't take the pill this morning because I have work that I need to do. Technically it should have been done yesterday, but I found myself unable to do anything, which is what that miniature shitfit was about.

So, that is the state of things.

I woke up very early this morning, said "fuck it", turned off the alarm clock and went back to bed. Lovely. The result of this is that I slept through a class. Augh. Well, nothing I can do about that now except resolve to stop being an idiot, and do my very best to get my work done. I have my sheets, I have a belly full of delicious coffee (French vanilla-flavoured, whoo!), mandarin oranges in my pockets and two tins of Earl Grey and some freshly-ground dark in case I need a hot pick-me-up later on. 'tis only five pages that I need to write - surely I can have that done and sent out by midnight, ja? Surely I can!

As I made my brunch of paluszki and salad, I watched the news for the first time in a month and a half. Before, of course, my house was too cold because of the boiler, right? So I didn't stay outside my bedroom any longer than I had to. But now that the weather is warmer, I can use the rest of my house, which means I can watch television now. It was very refreshing. I've missed watching the news. I've missed using my house, good gods.

I made the mistake of listening to "Mazurek Dąbrowskiego" shortly after waking up. Now that song is stuck in my head, and I have a feeling it'll be stuck there for the entire rest of the day. :| Clearly this means that I need to learn how to sing it, so that I can sing it away. But then again, if I try to sing it, that will just result in me bastardizing th' beautiful language, because my mouth can't make those sounds, damnit! xD Ah, well. At least it's a good song to have stuck in one's head, right? Such a light, cheerful tune.

Now I must work on my paper. :| Lovely.

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WHY AM I SO MADE OF FAIL ARRRRRRRRGH :|

*breathe*

Okay, Self, stop being a dumbass. Just relax, and g'wan. You can do it. Yes!

On an unrelated note, here's a comment on the mis/pronunciation of my name from the lovely, wonderful, fabulous fabledquill:
REEEEEEEESSSSSSSS, DUH

THAT'S RIGHT, BITCHES. REEEEEEEEEEESSS. NOT RICE. REEEEEEEEEEEEES. JESUS FUCK OH MY GOD.

*breathe*

Anyway!

Now for a lovely comment from itoshikinozomu:
You're pretty awesome. You're too awesome to not be popular.

AWWE. He's so sweet. SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS, ISN'T HE? My god, darlin', I'd so marry you if I wasn't already married to tikula. Then again, maybe she wouldn't care if I had another waifu

--- Okay, moment of idiocy is over. Back to work. Yes.

*breathe*