Wherein I rant, complain, and apologise.

Um, yeah. I was planning to get online from work Saturday evening/night, but I've been feeling like I was on the brink of a migraine attack all weekend, so I haven't even really watched TV in the past two days. >_<

In other news, has the entire world shifted into the Monty Python zone, or just Belgium? Apparently, because US troups are staying at Belgian army bases, someone high up reqsuested the local police patrol more frequently around the bases.

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Police protection for the army? What the fuck, people? (Mustn't get started on surrounding issues, must stay stay zen ...)

*deep breath* </rant>

I've spent a large part of the weekend fighting off a Married With Children bunny. Yes, slash. Yes, it involves Al. Shut up. (Katieeee! Help meeeee!)

Have changed my wallpaper to Marcus/Lee. Speaking of random pairings.

I'm hungry. And, while no longer bordering on an attack, I do still have a headache. And I just unwittingly quoted Tolkien at my boss. I want to go home. *whine*

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Realisations:

• Considering the kind of cracked-out stuff I already write, I should not be thinking of smoking pot, or at least not of writing under the influence of pot.
• It's probably a bad sign that I'm hungry, but I just spent five minutes staring at food trying to decide what to eat, and even thinking of eating anything is making me nauseous.
• One would think that people with a Phd. could be bothered to capitalise their name when registring for something. One would, apparently, be wrong.
• This whole Fred Durst/Britney Spears thing? Not really helping Mission: Make Melle's Head Stop Hurting. Ow?

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I'm writing something that's supposed to be the Harry/Millie drabble for seanarenay, but instead is looking like it'll be a lot longer than a drabble, and only somewhat H/M. Sigh. Maybe I should just write 100 words of AU pr0n instead.