Woke up crying this morning. I blame the dream that made me feel like a complete and utter failure.

So, existence for naanima BEFORE coffee: hatemyselfhatemyselfhatehatei'mafailurefailurefailurewahhh

Existence for naanima AFTER a grande Vienna and a grande Long Black: LOVE! HAPPINESS! MOTIVATION! Shall CONQUER the world in SEVEN days. *sparkles*

Now, I await for my consumption of the required amount of coca-cola.

In fandom news: Good King Arthur fanfics make me so very happy. Sands of Once Upon Time In Mexico is one of the most fucked in the head characters. Ever. I like him.

And I -really- love the lime green of my lj at the moment.