god has spoken through his conscience;

[rocknload]

Trek fic hitting my flist makes me want to turn on either one of the movies, or the show. Haven't decided yet. Either makes for a rather lonely solo activity, and my TNG-preferring mother (notably, the only such traitor in my family of five) would probably want to watch First Contact or something like that. Maybe we can compromise with Generations.

Woke up too late to eat, now I've got to wait until after my test. You know the drill, whine, whine, hunger, hunger.

Edit: I am not going to die. I'm, as far as I know, completely invulnerable to lasting harm. I complain about the headaches a lot because they're incredibly annoying and contributing my general irritability, not because I'm in agony or anything like that. I'M OKAY, REALLY, JUST WHINY AND BITCHY.