I hate the world.

[grammargirl]

I swear to god, if I have to sit here trying to write my thesis while one more spoiled rich kid invades my personal space in order to regale their friend at the top of their lungs with stories of the spring break they just spent in Hawaii or the Bahamas or fucking France, complete with details of just how drunk they got and what body parts their friends got pierced and who slept with whom how many times, I am going to fucking lose my shit.

Also, this guy keeps walking across my peripheral vision who looks like some kind of penguinboi/Ben Affleck hybrid only about ten years younger. It's very distracting.

I've written about half a page in the past 5 hours.

No, tonight isn't going terribly well, why do you ask?