Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

Me: [watching Mary McDonnell interviews on scifi.com SHUT UP]
Computer: [being a bit sluggish]
Me: [watching Mary McAwesome interviews on scifi.com]
Computer: [Shuts down]
Me: OH SHIT OH SHIT (I'm so glad I can curse!) OH SHIT OH SHIT.
Computer: [wakes up faster than it has in effing years]
Me: ...
Computer: What?
Me: You just... had like... a meltdown there, bro.
Computer: What? Me? No, look, see, background, icons, yay!
Me: Are you sure that you're okay?
Computer: Me? What? Seriously? I'm totally okay!
Me: O... kay? Good for you.

In other news, I am straight-up dying with this horrible stomach ailment. I will spare you the detail (they are many, varied, and highly descriptive) but suffice it to say I am losing electrolytes like a motherfucker and haven't eaten anything since like, two this afternoon. So I'm both hungry and repulsed by everything, and I'm trying to drink gatorade/coke/water/anything that will actually not make me worse. And I have a final tomorrow, which, at this point, I might not be able to take solely because I DON'T THINK I CAN HANG OUT IN ONE SPOT FOR AN HOUR.