my head hurts.
my chest, however, feels much better.
I can't believe I'm still awake...actually, no, I can believe that I'm still awake. what I can't believe is that I'm supposed to have isbjørnklubben tomorrow morning. uck.
somebody build me a time machine so that the me from five years from now can come to me tonight and tell me what I should do and why it's going to be awesome that I should do that. whatever it is.
peer gynt is not not not not not the play to try to explain-perform-stage when overtired and stressed. although very entertaining things come from it, such as "knappe 'dude'n" and "filosofiske freakout."