My soul is slowly languishing away in front of the screen.

It horrifies me to realise that the last thing on my mind when I went to bed last night- after a 12 hour marathon on the essay- and the first thing that creeped into my mind this morning when my 3 alarm clocks rang- was smooth muscle phenotypes.

On the webcam yesterday my parents said I looked miserable and sickly. Thanks.

And now, after I pulled myself out of bed for a 9am lecture- THE FELLOW ISNT HERE.