Blah again.

I really need sleep.
My left arm is covered in mysterious bug bites.
I can't go to bed until the Ärzte concert is over - living next to the place they're performing I offered that my friends could deposit their bags and jackets in my flat.
I still need to look at the patho-histo materials

The last month of the semester is always the worst. I know that. It still doesn't stop me from falling asleep while sitting upright in a chair.

Sometimes I wish I were five years old

Because when I was five, I didn't have to be rational and tell myself that scratching ( these )

till they bleed would not be a sensible thing to do.

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Whine, whine whinety whine.