Pending crisis

Things that are very,very wrong with my life:

1. I have to actually read and analyse the poems of Keats, who probably never had sex and was feeling sorry for himself throughout his life, as he knew he was going to die.
2. Malaga is the city of crapness and I have nothing fun or new to do this weekend.
3. My throat feels funny. I have probably caught pneumonia from Rob.
4. My newly painted red nails will probably fuck up soon or chip in one day.
5. I have that disease when you want to buy everything that exists but I cannot, for obvious reasons (funding, storage...etc).
6. Even if I do go to the land of wienerwurstchen, I will never find someone hot to snog. Never.
7. I want a Japanese baby and I can't get one, also for obvious reasons.
8. I need to paint my toenails also, but cannot, as I have already painted my hands, and painting my nails now will fuck up my hands.
9. I want a plantation with German slaves, and cannot get one, for obvious reasons.
10. I cannot find a pair of my.. er.. breeches? :D Cut off type trouser thingies. Yes. Those.

Anyway. I need to go find some seaweed now. For obvious reasons.