Hey, it's nice to meet you, I am missus self destruct.

So, I'm pretty sure I fucking killed my philosophy final. Hard. I want to write all about it, but I'll have to save that for tomorrow.

I went and bought myself some soup from Bhan Thai, because it is delicious and soup is the go to when you have the flu. I ate half of it, and now I feel heavy and slightly nauseous. Which may be because I've had nearly half a gallon of orange juice today.

I have one last final to do. I cannot concentrate on the reading material any more. I'm going to medicate myself (Xanax, you're my best friend!) and pass the fuck out for hopefully more than 12 hours. I have until midnight tomorrow to finish it, so I will meet it with a less heavy head tomorrow.

For now, good fucking night Irene.