Very Badly Drawn Boy.

Listening to Badly Drawn Boy at two in the morning, trying desperately to study my notes for my medical terminology exam, running through flashcards, feeling quite a bit better (thanks to Milla, Tiffa, Sea, and Lindsay)... and thinking.
Thinking far, far, FAR too much.
And then finding myself smiling without really having an explanation.

She went mad.
It was the syphilis, you know.