The world is round and going in circles. FACE THE FACTS. We're all nuts.

They're all coming back again. Some after one big round, some revolving around me in rapid circles like an irritating mosquito. Stuff.


The flu's come back to haunt me, before having really gone. It's not here yet, but all signs point to its coming.


My arrogance and insensitivity is back, though I doubt they really left.


Room's back in a mess.


Fan's turning back to blow at me.


That little sneaky feeling that tells me I'm head-over-heels over somebody when in reality I know the chances are so slim, I'll need chopsticks to pick it up. It's called infatuation. And it's really irritating to me that I habour it. AGAIN.


^%$#$%^&*!!!!!!!


Age excluded, it's an impossible match. And no, I'm not talking about that superdupercute guy at my Aunty G's the other day.


I'm SO checking into Arkham Asylum. Maybe I'll be Harley Quinn's henchgirl or something.










WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?????? Maybe I've too much free time on my hands.









Oh, it may be the working thing, or it may be the sorethroat preventing intake of food, but...


... when I looked in the mirror just now, the first thing I noticed was actually my figure. [GASP]


Usually I notice that ponch at my lower abdomen first. And figure is... well, not striking.











Okay, something's DEFINITELY wrong with me.