I give you a real-post substitute, in the form of brevity.

For those who want to catch up with the details of my life at the moment, here is a useful, descriptive summary of my current status: kill me now.

Here is a useful description of the face I'm pulling: sndfjhauhernjdfan mavuhj o_O jdsfhlsdauiocadnl;k.

I have to dash, because the ever-lovely pyrrha17 is collecting me from uni so's we can make stuff this afternoon. This is fabulous, and would even possibly make up for the horror and hell that is currently my honours year, except that the looming deadline for thesis stuff makes me cringe and worry and creates guilt whenever I am not directly attending to it, and panic whenever I am attending to it.

In which the world attempts to eat Kat, and finds her somewhat disagreeable

I like giving the world indigestion. Unfortunately, I am paying the price for my moments of liberty, in the form of toast. You see, my toast didn't just get burned, it got one-third totally obliterated, due in no small part to my rather antiquated toaster, known to be overzealous in its dotage. It not only issues forth fiery hell on any slice of bread venturing into its maw, regardless of the temperature setting, it refuses to give up its prizes at the conclusion of the torture session- it gets stuck half way, leaving the bottom half, or third, of the bread, to cop an extra bout of aggression. This event having happened this very evening, my kitchen is now filled with smoke, which has also infiltrated my clothing and my cleanly washed hair. Argh! To add insult to injury, in the moment of dealing with toast crises, I forgot to add water to my tea- there I was thinking it was getting too strong, because I hadn't removed the tea bag for about 5 minutes, when I realised that there was no strength at all to be found, as I hadn't added any water to the mug. Then, as I carried out my mortally wounded toast and my hard-won mug of tea, the mug slipped and I spilled a good portion of tea on the floor, who did not appreciate its prize. Hmph.

Now, back to the pain lit review. See? I raise my arms in defiance of you, world. Lesser women than me would have fallen to pieces in the face of your toaster-y doom, but not I. I shall carry on, refusing the call of the tempting-looking couch and the comfort-infused television; I shall fight to the death the pile of articles sitting on my desk. I shall triumph! See you in a bit, then. :P