ugh, i have a headache and i'm running a temp, my back is absolutely killing me; frost is an obtuse, postulating bugger who's about to make me kill something, but no i can't even go kill something because i locked myself out of the mud til jan 3 so i i could get some work done.

and i just saw my sister reading her friend's blog- the stereotypical black on darker black, with some rubbish pop-rock blaring on load (bad embedded music is probably my number 1 design peeve) full of angsty, hate-towards-parents etc type posts and i realise that i am so bitter, snide and condescending about blogging. i don't think i'll pick it up again, after the destruction three months ago.

blogging is rubbish!
i troll mercilessly!
feel my hypocritical angst!

i sob on atlas' shoulder!

(yeah i couldn't feel more rubbishy, what with a keyboard that creates its own typoes while i'm trying to write the woodpile essay [already frustrating]) massive attack isn't helping; neither is portishead.