I had what I think is the second most foul hang over of my life today. And I'm still feeling raw and throbby now, 16 hours after waking up and beginning the whole re-hydration thing. I blame Andrew, my housemate, for getting me an optic dispenser thingummy for my Birthday. I think I drank about 12 pints of home-mixed snakebite last night. Damn it made me sore. But I did find time this afternoon to make a funky picture of myself.

But that's not why I'm making this post. The real reason is scarey. And I wanted to share it. With anyone who dares read this site. I -want- to do coursework. I'm getting really stuck into this HCI thing. Our task is to design a GUI for some sparkly command-line program one of the lecturers at Southampton Uni has made. That's not important. The important thing is that I want to do it. I'm really interested in the way psycology influences design and how, and the way the coursework is making me tap into the creative part of my mind. But I'm tired. Very tired. And I've a headache. A bad one. So I can't work. And the deadline later today at 2pm. Which really sucks, because I'm getting too engrossed and if I carry on at this rate, I'll miss the deadline. So basically, I'll go to sleep, wake up, skip lectures, and do my best at making a good job of it.

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