the Dalaverse

Urgh. Feel headachey and pukey and dizzy and ill. Going back to bed.

OMGWTF. MY HEAD. Too much information IN MAH HEAD.

Three and a half hours of Underwater Archaeology in one go. And now I have to write the history paper that's due tomorrow but I can't sift through all the stuff in my brain. Noooo, it's futtocks and MediterraneanwinejarsIcan'tspell and shipworms and decompression tanks and frames and capstans and silt and keelsons AND PORN.

Goddamn you, Age of Sail fandoms! You are the reason I cannot excise the porn from my head in this class! I'm like Pavlov's fucking dog or Paris Hilton going "That's hot" to stuff that DOES NOT AFFECT MY PEERS IN SUCH A WAY.

What?

I don't know.

Am I talking to myself?

Doot doot doot. Ship. Porn. Ship. Porn. THE OFFICERS' HEAD IS TOTALLY AN APPROPRIATE SETTING FOR TEH BUTTSEX.

I think I need to become the ending of "Old Yeller" with the shooting in the head. Yahhhhh. That's a plan.