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I want badly to sleep, but my itchy scalp and irrational self-loathing are making it difficult.

I really want to wash my hair right now, but I know the running water will wake the household, and they get too little sleep as is.

As for the irrational self-loathing, at least I recognize that it is irrational. That's half the battle. (Battle tastes like hard striped peppermint candies. If I had some peppermint oil right now I'd pour it on my head to make it stop itching.)

Tomorrow I have to drag myself into the city to take some sort of insulting required exam that they just decided was a requirement, so everyone who enrolled after such-and-such a date has to take it. I don't actually know what kind of exam it is but I'm insulted that I have to go take it, and have kept putting it off. I think it may be a writing exam. Fuck that shit. I fear tomorrow may be my final chance to take it. I don't know what the punishment is for not taking it-- having to stay even longer at my ghetto-ass school?

So, but really, I should be asleep right now.

This itchy scalp came out of nowhere, too. What the fuck kind of trickster gods think this is funny? Pan? Loki? Q? Is that you?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:27 AM | shower me with attention