problem solved

i cheered up. it helps. i found i was in serious danger of straying into dangerously melancholy emo mode and i have attributed my descent into a cloud of teenager-esqe self pity (im 23 for crying out loud) to the discovery of The Despair Squid (c) lurking in my room at uni. He was spraying his black ink of saddening around with reckless abandon, the recovering miroslav can back me up with this shit. However i discovered a few cups of booze juice can counter his watery evil. rejoice my friends he can be defeated!