I would like some sleep please.

I'm feeling quite tired today, but I know that I'll just have trouble getting to sleep tonight if I give in to what my brain is telling me. I've decided that I'm going to be a brain-dead zombie for today rather than an insomniac later. What's the lesser of the two evils, eh?

I'm tired for 2 reasons:
1) Recovering from a weekend out in Cairns with friends.
2) It's too freaking humid to even contemplate sleep. It's not desirable (nor is it possible) to sleep when you're lying in a pool of your own sweat. Of course, that's just an exaggeration - but I'm a drama-queen, so I think the description is fitting.

Is it bad to be tired and sore from something that happened two days ago? Yep, the weekend was pretty good - well I'm guessing it was, considering that my feet have now become whining little bitches. Don't let anyone tell you that dancing is good for you - it's not. "Combined with a crowded dance floor and many clumsy-footed patrons, dancing is painful," said my big toe. I'll have to agree with the big fella there. He's all red and swollen. I think it's safe to say that Ms Heel didn't get along too well with her date Mr New-Shoes, either.

On another note, I have to sign on to classes for University during this week. Not only is this task terribly exciting, it makes you truly appreciate just how fast someone's internet connection can be. I mean, if you hesitate for 2 seconds, you won't be able to sign on to the tutorial you want. I'm sure fellow Uni students are well aware of this. It's a pain in the arse, especially when you have more than one sign-on scheduled at the same time.
I guess the point of that paragraph is: If I don't get the classes that I want because I was a second slow, I will probably cry. I will probably become a rage machine as well. Let me put it this way: I don't intend on driving any time soon, but if I don't get my class... Well, I just hope you're a fast runner, because I won't be stopping for pedestrians.
Yeah, not really.

Now I'll have to do a tonne of damage control to convince everyone that I'm not actually a lunatic. I'll get back to you on how that goes.

I'm going now.