*looks at last post, coughs*
My university offers JSTOR access to alumni! FUCK YEAH!
*looks at clock*
So, depths of tearful never-speak-to-anybody-ever-again might-have-thought-about-minor-self-harm-if-it-didn’t-feel-so-narcissistic-and-attention-seeking, to being really kind of jolly, in… slightly under 50 minutes. The glass of mead helped.
Hooray for having the emotional stability of a cobweb trampoline in tornado weather!
[Don’t worry, I’m not bipolar. If I did this on a regular basis I’d get worried, but instead it’s just that I when I get upset by some external trigger (and there are only a couple of them), I can get very upset indeed, but then bounce back weirdly quickly.]
So, back to the singing…
They’re warning us! They’re warning us!
One gas mask between the four of us!
Thanks be to God that three of us can run,
So one of us can use it all alone.