seriously can someone just punch me in the head or something

DAAAAH room is about half-cleaned. Expected, foolishly, to get a decent night's sleep tonight. Silly me, thinking I can sleep when, in two days, I have to be packed up and moving out.

Apparently once I'm past a certain stress threshold, whatever switch in my brain that keeps me alert gets stuck and won't shut off. Abandoning the computer I've used for four? years, moving out of the house I've lived in for twelve, cleaning approximately that many years' worth of debris from my bedroom, and running off for a whole damn lot of lifetime firsts all in one shot PROBABLY QUALIFIES.

(Okay, and the Mountain Dew probably didn't help either. But I think it was mostly the stress.)

I tried, but it wasn't happening, and the not-doing-anything drove me fucking batshit nuts, so I figured now was as good a time as any to install some more software on Fakir.

Will try to steal some sanity time on AIM tonight.


EDIT - Also, the more I listen to this song, the harder I find it to believe that it wasn't, actually, specifically written for Edgeworth.