Ah, it's all good.

I have so much stuff to do but I really don't want to do any of it. I hate this feeling...

I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket

Today, I explained felching to my sister while we ate lunch. I was subconciously disgusted and couldn't swallow my food without this awful retching feeling... not to mention the fishbones that were stabbing into the back of my throat. I rushed over to the trashcan and regurgitated my salmon/rice/veggies. My sister couldn't stop talking about it after that. A lot of people have been educated today...

I was talking about it to Andrew, Danny, and Ben in the alcove later, and Kris Coleman came in, who was absolutely clueless, no surprise. I randomly inserted the word "felch" and "felcher" into the conversation. Each time everyone else in the alcove started sniggering, he got really confused. Eventually, he left. Mission accomplished.

I should do some work...