Mess with the bull, and you'll get the horns

I'm so tired, its not even funny.

I have one assignment (documentary analysis.. where's Mrs. Ruma when you need her arr???) and a half page synopsis due on Monday.. as in THIS FUCKING COMING MONDAY! CIBAI!

And I have 3 essays due just before I leave Melbourne. Josie just told me that John Benson, my 'darling' of a lecturer (Pop Culture and the Media) extented our due date to the 8th.. which.. I guess is good.. which means, I need to get extention for the other two of my essays. I shall track someone unfortunate to prove read my essay..

Tina is in some fuck hole. *oh... it hasn't changed much. It's still all nice and cuddly in here... ohhh.. its has definately been a while...*

Yes, I think I'm in that mood that if/when you step on my tail, I will not only bite.. I will go on a full fury attack!

But the thing is, I can't seem to get myself to bed.. I'm sitting in front of my computer in my most comfortable night-night outfit (its only 7.06pm right now) which consist of nothing but what God gave me (yes, that was on purpose.. sue me!). BUT I can't seem to get comfy in bed and go off to the land of countless possibilities (which mainly consist me lazying on some grand huge comfy beanbag with flocks of beautiful men and my girlfriends around me, designers lining up to show us their stuff, rod steward singing his poor old lungs out, eugene constantly kissing me everywhere!, bottles of champagne, trays of cosmopolitans (oh.. and a coke machine for tracy and a thin hunk to serve her coke), trays of chocolates for my chocoholics friends (mainly pei lin).... ahhhh the lifeee..).

Whyla?

Am I that hooked that I need to get some JUST so I can sleep?? I don't know if that's good or bad... OH shit.. even my judgement in out the window..

Oh my bad.. sorry.. my judgement gone out the winow a LONG time ago... oh well..

I NEED MY FIX DAMNNIT!