My length. Let me tell you about it.

I still feel horrible, but after a nice tasty meal I've stopped wanting to punch every face I see. Low blood sugar makes a sad Luka in to a PSYCHO LUKA.

Back to work. I've got to finish 4 pages this weekend, and I haven't been able to concentrate properly on the work today. Once again, I'm way behind.

But that's okay, because