I met my personal Yubaba.

Hello TPs and readers of the Tissue Poets' blog! I know I have neither responded nor posted in this blog for quite a while now, and I'm very sorry about that. It's been a bit of a tiring month, especially since it's almost finals week and we're all on the verge of seeking that pill from Limitless. (Speaking of which, I had the book before it was fucking cool! It's called The Dark Fields and it was written by Alan Glynn. Unfortunately, I sort of gave the book away to someone. Oh well whatevs.) Anyway, I hope you guys have been doing well and that you're not yet looking like a zombie like me. So much has happened during the past few weeks, but time is flying by so fast that I feel like I'm riding a winged rhinoceros and it just wants to throw me off its back. Ah, damn you university student problems.

So, Fluttershy, I'm glad to see you posting something more cheerful than usual. Same goes for you, Kleenex. Things seem to be looking up for the three of us, and I hope it stays that way. It's been a depressing first quarter for 2012, hasn't it? I hate saying this because it's such an overused friendship line but we're all in this together so I want you two to know that even if I don't comment on your posts or respond to your text messages I'm still here and that I'm probably not replying because my eyelids have become really heavy and just the struggle to keep on reading is enough to make my energy balloon go ka-boom.

I suppose I should end it here now, I think this is good enough to let you guys know that I'm still alive. I can't stop yawning, and I still have got to wake up at maybe 4 or 5 am tomorrow to revise my paper.

I'm really looking forward to experiencing summer. I am so going to get a tan, so fuck the things that have made me super pale.