There goes any free time I
Also, poetry isn't my thing, but if it was, I would write a sonnet to NSAIDs. Woke up with a sinus headache and the pulled muscle in the middle of my back (idek; I ran to catch a bus two days ago and I pulled something, fml) throbbing. As I've been sitting here, browsing audible.com, I can feel the ibuprofen steadily entering my bloodstream. *sigh of relief*
And one more subject: a Tumblr called Things That Are Tiny. It is every bit as cute as you might expect. Go forth and squee over the cuteness!