Carpal tunnel's been a throbbing bitch, not sleeping much, been hella busy. Everyone at Thanksgiving kept asking me if I was "okay," in that annoying, touchy-feely way that makes me want to grow my Mohawk back. I just want to sneer at everyone.
So blogging might be light and misanthropic through the end of the semester. Then I can sleep for eight hours, brush my hair, do some laundry and have a nice drink, then feel like a plucky human again. Until then, deal with me.