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As if this damn cold wasn't making me miserable enough, I started my period last night. So now I'm less snotty (though not by much), but I'm coughing every thirty seconds and cramping randomly. It's like my body and Murphy's Law are having a steamy, illicit affair or something. Apologies in advance if I'm a bitch to you over the next few days - it's kind of hard to be pleasant when you're hacking every time you breathe and leaking blood at the same time. Guess I'll be hiking over to the 7-11 after Japanese class to see if they've got any cough drops.

The internet crapped out in Davis last night and it's still not working. Hopefully it'll be working again tonight, because I really don't feel like hanging around in the Davis lounge all evening.

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Fuck it. If I can't figure out what a song means, I'm going to automatically assume it's about kittens and rainbows. That way I don't have to wade through pages of "It's about drugs!" "No it isn't!" on SongMeanings.Net. Why does everyone assume a song is about drugs if the lyrics aren't automatically obvious, anyway? Is it seriously the only topic people think an artist wouldn't be completely open about?