Planet Earth is blue, and there's nothing I can do...

I am stressed.
The problem with this is that I really don't do that much about it. After the slackness that was my weekend (home from roadtrip late Saturday, spent Sunday doing washing and at a stretch, 2 hours of work) I tried really hard to do work today, but the bloody internets kept calling me to play. And now my shoulders are all crunchy and sore because I've been sitting at my desk all day and am worried and whenever I'm worried I carry tension in my shoulders and then they go crunchy and are hurty. So, what have I achieved today? I wrote the introduction to my political science paper that I have to give to the class tomorrow, because we get to critique each others papers. Fun. Like cancer. And the one I wrote is complete arse. I have a list of things that is wrong with it already that ideally I will fix in the morning but I probably won't because I'm a loser and haven't done the readings for tomorrow's class yet and I think I might have to hand in a research proposal for my public administration class on Wednesday morning. I haven't even thought about that yet. Nor have I started on the readings for that class, notes on which I have to hand in during class. There is some bigwig guy coming to my Friday class from Princeton (ooooohhhh!!! Princeton!!!!! bite me.) and we have to read some of his shit by then too and I haven't even started. I think its sitting on my desk at uni, but I'm really not sure. I appear to be having some sort of brain malfunction where all my motivation is trickling out my ears while I sleep and I can't seem to find any more.
And of course, there is the work I have to do for my graduate assistantship. Arse loads of readings, because I have to write an article by Christmas break. And said article is not something that I can just make up, its a state of the field literature review, so I have to read lots. And lots. And lots.
And the real pisser is that I can't sacrifice one thing for the sake of the others because I have to maintain a 3.5 gpa LIKE FOREVER or the university will stop giving me all the money they keep giving me for just showing up. Nazis.
Speaking of which....
...the biggest xenophobe in NZ has just been made Minister of Foreign affairs.
Come back, Mr Goff, all is forgiven!!!
Maybe Winston has something over the PM and hes blackmailing her. It makes more sense than any other explanation I can think of.
(ha! do you think we'll see Winston at OFPS next year? I'm coming home just for that!!)

I'm considering instituting a Bowie Lyrics only as Blog Titles rule for a while. Hot or not?

Stuff what I need:
- someone to send me the new Phoenix Foundation CD.
- a physiotherapist/chiropractor/osteopath/all of the above for a boyfriend
- a nice hot Milo
- some more quarters cos I used all mine doing the washing
- a local branch of Obsessive Email And Blog Comment Checkers Anonymous
- Tara to get New Years off work so I can go live it up in Paris with her.
- to go to bed. Nighty night.

This post blows goats.