Shit noodles

I don’t know a lot about psychotherapy or neuroscience, but I’m pretty sure that watching five straight hours of CSI: New York can’t be good for the brain, and I’m almost defiantly sure that watching it naked, playing with a pocket knife isn’t a sign of the healthiest mind in the first place.

Last night I set my alarm for before eleven so of course my brain wouldn’t turn itself off until gone six, upon arriving at uni, I have then found out the meeting I was getting up for is tomorrow.