I have a headache. Still.
I also have slight toothache and a random desire to write bad slash. Hopefully these will go away. I think it's mostly Maths Avoidance Syndrome. I have intended to do maths at many points during today, because I've been at school all day with only first and last lesson (neither of which were maths). I've consistantly and repeatedly failed. I even failed to turn up to torment Mrs Kerr with our complete inability to do STEP papers.
I have Physics last lesson. Which is where I normally write things. Um. Never mind. Half my fanfiction is first-year (the only thing I've written on today is first-year Marauders) so that shouldn't get out of hand.
One of these days I must remember to get around to scanning several pages worth of Tesseret Leafwalker sketches. I mean, I should be drawing more Haylar, but I just find something intrinsically funny about a halfling ranger with a sword called "Toothpick". (And I was bored, and my Psion can't decide whether my batteries work or not.)
So, in summary, I have done Nothing Useful today. Repeatedly and determinedly.
And, y'know, the little men with shiny metal grappling hooks making repeated ascents of my head can just *stop it* any time they want, right?
I also have slight toothache and a random desire to write bad slash. Hopefully these will go away. I think it's mostly Maths Avoidance Syndrome. I have intended to do maths at many points during today, because I've been at school all day with only first and last lesson (neither of which were maths). I've consistantly and repeatedly failed. I even failed to turn up to torment Mrs Kerr with our complete inability to do STEP papers.
I have Physics last lesson. Which is where I normally write things. Um. Never mind. Half my fanfiction is first-year (the only thing I've written on today is first-year Marauders) so that shouldn't get out of hand.
One of these days I must remember to get around to scanning several pages worth of Tesseret Leafwalker sketches. I mean, I should be drawing more Haylar, but I just find something intrinsically funny about a halfling ranger with a sword called "Toothpick". (And I was bored, and my Psion can't decide whether my batteries work or not.)
So, in summary, I have done Nothing Useful today. Repeatedly and determinedly.
And, y'know, the little men with shiny metal grappling hooks making repeated ascents of my head can just *stop it* any time they want, right?