if i don't sleep now i'll drop dead. i thought i wasn't really that tired, but then i read 'the panacea to all problems' as 'the pancrea to all problems' and i knew i was wrong.
doesn't help that i have a black eye that cheryl (polo) gave me just cos she was jealous of my beauty. or that my mum saw it this morning, screeched, and *embalmed* my face in zambak. god, i'd have preferred *camo cream*.
