So i went to help a girlfriend of mine with her work.
Walking in the meditative fashion--regular plodding, aware, but letting the rythm urge some cerebral turning--I concluded that with all this help I'm giving, I need some help myself. Got near none of quality though. Tabancarish.

And the Head Prefect thing is getting under my skin.

Since when has something gotten under my skin?


Emotional breakdown on the horizon?