Current location:	wedged to an MMP, like a TIMP, bidentally chelating zinc
Current mood:	like a rat
Current music:	the beatles - you've got to hide your love away
Entry tags:	but my head's to the wall and i'm lonely, manifestations of fear and doubt, thesis in my pants

doing my thesis, thus sulking.

feel a bit odd and empty atm. it's sort of been coming on for the past few days - you know when you're just sort of on the edge, and if you gave in and curled up in a corner with some dickinson and stubbornly listened to nico over and over again (and a bit of the shins - new slang, for added emo love) then you won't be able to move again for about a week.

sadly I don't have a week, as I really really need to get this thesis done. after that, off to berlin. hmmm. so. going to have to be a machine this week and try not to think...

and stop listening to this is where the truth begins, cause really some of that sort of hurts.

aarrghhhh. I'm probably just being uber stupid. I'm just so fucked up at the moment, and I know it's all in my head.

doctor who tonight. there we go. that's something to look forward to. how deliciously pathetic. I swear tv is not my only friend...