That was me in class. Minus the cool flask of red stuff on my butt. And the pimpin red shoes. And the bowl of water. So my face hit the table and squashed my nose.

And apparantly I need self control. Yeah, stupid homeostasis just isn't pulling its weight anymore. I mean my weight. And because of homeostasis, my blog suffers tonight.

*Head starts dipping....Glugluglugluglug*

That was me. Drowning in that pool of water that isn't really there. But it is. Just not literally.

Anybody have 200grand for reconstructive nose surgery?