There's always something that's the last straw, I suppose. On the back of everything that's happened today, the whole feeling awful, and blowing my nose once every five minutes, not being able to see Machine Gun Fellatio or play netball tonight, having lots of work, tramping all over Civic looking for movies... on top of all of that, some fucking JAFFY has to come gaily prancing into my room, touching my shit like he owns the fucking place. Would you be such a happy fucking fairy with your own detached fingers shoved up your nose??

Ahem. Sorry. Just had to vent.

But, on the bright side, new Ultimate X-Men tomorrow, and by the sounds of it, it's going to be delightful. Plus, I might finally get to see the Viggo interview on the DVD before I go to bed early tonight.