I have a cold. I feel like crap. Utsketet äpplamos as my father used to say (or uses perhaps? He's not dead or anything).

I need to study - I have a take-home exam monday-wednesday, and I have yet to read the litterature. I need to clean up the apartment, which looks like shit. I need to get tissues, 'cause my nose is gonna fall off from using this kitchen roll. And all I want to do is sleep and snuggle up in my nice warm blanket of self pity.