"I Hate My Life" And Other Cliches

My brain's fucked at the moment. I'm on my third attempt at writing this post, and it's not even like I have anything that dramatic to say. Maybe that's because I'm operating on an unfeasibly small amount of sleep, and spent most of the night either in front of the PC because I was incredibly tired and couldn't sleep, or in bed trying to sleep because I was incredibly tired and not being able to.
All of which means that things aren't great. I need a change of scenery. I'm going into town tomorrow, just to get a couple of magazines and some new razors. Partly that's just because I need to get out of the house. Frankly the only reason I'm planning to come back is because I've nowhere better to be.
Anyway, I'm actually having to psych myself up to go out. Maybe I've understated the extent of my social anxiety, but this is A Big Deal for me. That fact is not doing wonders for my self-esteem.
It's not like it's a huge thing. Get on the bus, buy some things, bus back. I could do the whole thing without saying a word. Still, it'll be good to get out of here. I'm sick of my family. That's not subjective, you would be as well. I want to be somewhere else. No, that's not quite right. I want to be someone else.

Pictured: the face of horror.

So things are shit, I'm not feeling very eloquent blog-wise, and things are shit. Did I mention that things were shit? Throwing away my razors was stupid of me, because it coincided with a whole load of other things going wrong, and it took away my one remaining coping mechanism. So in order to restore it, I have to do something else difficult by going out and actually getting some sharp things. In other words, my choices are between doing something difficult and doing something more difficult. I will let you know how it goes, and hopefully I will be back to my normal self as it relates to this blog fairly soon, so it won't all be whining stuff like this.
I guess I owe you something lighter as a recompense. Have a music video by Guy I Have A Thing For Frank Turner. For future reference, Marcus at Stereokill, by virtue of being a lucky bastard who I want to punch in his unbearably lucky face for this (not really, I think he's stronger than I am), is interviewing the man himself some time later this month, so keep an eye out for that. Also, go over there and laud his shiny new theme!

Oh, also. Do any of my learned readers know HTML? I'm trying to get the alt-text on images to show when you hold your mouse over them like with xkcd, so you don't have to go into Image Properties to read the extra stuff I sneak in them.
UPDATE: Victory! Next time I get the chance I'll go back and add it too all the older pictures, so you can peruse the archives in a more completionist manner.