*hates on the world*

Apparently, I am allergic to Surf laundry detergent. I did my laundry at Siria's last weekend, borrowed her detergent, and now have a horrible, horrible rash. From the detergent, or so says the doctor.

*puts head in hands and cries*

I have so much work to do! I have to write two history papers because I can't take the scheduled history finals because they come after I leave Ireland. I have to prepare for my English final. I have to PACK and MOVE OUT and LEAVE THE COUNTRY and I have TWO WEEKS.

And now I itch so badly. My torso is in constant flaming pain, and since I'm apparently being poisoned by my own clothes, I have to go rewash everything. I can't concentrate, I can't even get through my friends list, I want to curl up into a little ball only that hurts, sitting hurts, standing hurts, lying down hurts. I want to die.

Also, Siria's computer is broken and I'd really like a refund on the whole week, please.

This is just to let you know that I may not be around much. Or I may be around a lot, bitching. Also, you should all write me porn.

*whimper*