Work.

It's poo. At the moment, work should be really quiet. No one is really at uni. But for some reason everyone decided to turn up and make me work for my money. I hate working for my money. But since I just got a pay rise I suppose I had better. But still. The first couple of days back at work after the gourging, drunken ceremonies that are the Christmas Hollodaies (What? I should be able to spell that- BUT I CANT! WHY> CAUSE MY BRAIN IS MUSH!!) should be nice, calm and ease you back into the soul debilitating, eight hour a day regime that you had become used to. But no. It was busy. And I am tired. I don't want to, but I have to go there again tommorow. I really just want to stay in bed all day and read the seven books I got for christmas. But fate wont let me. Cause fate is a bastard.
In other news, I completed and sent away my enrollment form for this years uni stuff. This feels nice, because I woke up with a small panic attack sometime last night when I realised my life was going nowhere and my biological clock was ticking.
BABIES!
But this is nothing compared to sorting out my shit with Study Link is going to be, or as I like to call them 'Stop Desecrating My Manhood, I Don't Have Much Left' Link, or "FUCKERS"link for short.

Speaking of short, I shall finish this post here, after the two mammotheleian posts that I put you through the last two times. One of them wasn't even about me.