omen.

today during training two birds swooped down really low and for a moment i thought they were gonna crap on my head.

shujun calls them the "HC birds". somehow i imagine them in little suits like MAGSPIES or something.

they didn't (crap on my head, that is), but it was an OMEN.

cos i came home with a shitload of PW to do and the internet connection died on me, only to revive an agonizing 30 minutes after. 30 min felt like 30 days considering the kind of mental state i'm in. this is not helped by the fact that i discover all the "necessary edits" we had to make equals to cutting short our ENTIRE background info component and building up on project analysis. when our initial instructions were to FOCUS on our bg component because we had to follow the bloody rubric. my ST is ruining my life and screwing up my sanity growl.

and the cherry to top it all off?

I'M SUNBURNT, PEELING, AND I'VE GOT TO EMCEE FOR OPEN DAY IN FOUR DAYS go nat.
(p.s i need like EMERGENCY pointers on how to settle a horribly peeling nose. a horribly peeling RED nose, actually.)