Oh. my. God. I have a headache so blinding I'm fucking blind. For the second day in a row.
I also have a date this weekend should I choose to accept it--not with the Barrister. With the film/tv/radio guy from the local uni. We'll call him Sod (because he's a Shaun of the Dead fan). Nice guy. Young. Cute. So why am I not sure I wanna go out with him? Oh, I know, because I'm fat!! And while it looks like a family of four has moved out of my pants, I'm still not happy!!
I'm irreversibly fucked up, I fear.
More later. Must go to class and try to look mildly smart.
Listening: Gnarls Barkley in my head
Eating: Lettuce and chicken...South Beach bastards
Edit: The Barrister is back in town!!! Let the e-mails and phone calls commence. *happy dance*
Listening: "Nobody Wants to Be Lonely"...Ricky Martin and Christina Slutulara (Cheesy Musicfest '06 right here in Andi's bedroom)