You know what I hate!? Research methodologies. Mark should take his ridiculous essay and shove it where the sun don't shine. I've been in this fucking computer room for fourteen hours and I haven't been able to drone on for 2000 words, because guess fucking what Mark, YOUR ESSAY TITLE IS SHIT! Seriously, leave that to people who know what they're doing. Why bring up the NHS and evidence-based treatment if you DON'T want us to talk about it?

It's like writing, "My mother really wants a gildfish, she loves goldfish, people are saying she should get a goldfish. Discuss the war in Iraq."
What. The fucking fuck, is that about!?

If you want me to write about research methodologies, HELL IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE ABOUT PERCY THE MAGICAL UNICORN THEN PUT IT IN THE FUCKING QUESTIOOONNNNNN YOU DOUCHE!

Do you know what it's like to walk into a computer lab at five in the afternoon and still be there are half seven in the morning the next day? Do you Mark!? DOOOO YOOOUU?

I haven't eaten since yesterday's lunch, and I'm tired and grounchy and damn right pissed off. You suck Mark, you suck HARD. I fart in your general direction.

Goodnight

Noah.