fuck it. I'm screwed anyways.

This is what I do when I need need neeeeeed to be working. I blogge.

That paper I mentioned before is about two sentences longer than it was at the time I said "and I'm so screwed."

So I've made myself a coffee in the hopes caffeine will persuade me to get 'er dun. HA. that's a laugh. All caffeine persuades me to do is shake my legs uncontrollably and drum the beat of "Run to the Hills" on the nearest surface.

It is this and other evidence that has lead me to be quite concerned about my sanity.

On a different note, tomorrow is Friday the 13th. ooooo. ominous.
And guess what I'll be doing?
Ya that's right, I'll be in a plane. Flying through the air. No biggy.
Seriously, I've flown on a friday the 13th before, and I'm still here, so I'm not worried in the least. (PLEASE knock on wood on my behalf upon reading this).

I'm heading to the sunny California for my reading week. Goodbye winter, hello beach, UV rays and the inevitable sun burn. Hey, I'm a pasty white Canadian....it doesn't even make a difference that my mother is fully of Mediterranean background, I get lobster-esque at the slightest hint of sun. Of course, it doesn't help that I am in complete denial of this and often "forget" to put on sunscreen. Like in Cuba last year. My most memorable souvenir was the tomato skin I acquired and the constant pain I was in because of it.

Anyhoo. After the 13th comes the 14th, and you all know what that means: Valentines Day.
HATE IT.
Mostly becuase I'm a bitter, bitter old soul who probably got dumped on vday in a previous life. Also because it is really just a holiday invented so stores could sell a bunch of roses and chocolate and stupid teddies that say "BE MINE" when you stomp on their hands. And if you're with someone, it's not like you can just ignore it, because....well, I suppose you could ignore it, but then someone might end up crying.

Even Facebook is jumping on the Valentines wagon. When you navigate to anybody's profile, the first thing you see is a link to give your friend a Valentine gift. YAY. So I gave one friend a gift becuase she came on MSN and was like "give me a gift bitch." How could I not oblige when she asks like that? So she got a thong with the personal message be mine? if not, fine be that way, and a Jason-style face mask with the message Remember: USE PROTECTION! Love _____. (because of course I use my real name with thems. obvs.).

I can't wait to see what she gave me in return.

Well, that's about all I got.

Have a very merry unbirthday. Or birthday if it is your birthday.