Too brain strained too think of a title

You know things are getting shit crap pretty fucking messed up hopelessly deliriously dangeroulsy close to due date with nowhere near enought work done serious, when the Enny study suite moves from being a pile of papers, milky way wrappers, empty glasses and blog surfing on the couch to a pint of cordial, powdery tomato and basil rice cakes, AGSM sites and swear words in The Huns study (study being a totally make believe word as mine is officially a change room hence impossible to study in, and The Huns is half full of stuff of mine that wouldn't fit in my change room).

*Wails*

*Chokes on rice cake powder*

*Sobs*