It's now about 5.30 in the morning, and I have no desire to be awake. I didn't get to sleep until around two in the morning, but I was slapped awake by my head over-heating thus making weird-ass dreams. In them, I had to annex Northern Canada and move the glaciers according to my whims, I had to write weird German poetry for a friend's girlfriend, I had to fly myself to Sweden to visit a friend who is actually American, and I was watching another friend do her homework on a flight from New Jersey to Chicago.
Nyquil. Or rather, generic Nyquil. Make sure it's the red flavor too. Not the green flavor. The green tastes like shit. But the red tastes like heaven.
__________________ Bobo Adobo is funnier and smarter than all of you, proven by the fact that he is currently in a high-paying and important government job where he earns a fat cash paycheck and much pussy. How did he get so famous and successful you ask? It's simple: he has never, in his entire life, watched one second of anime.
- Outerspacekid
So far I've skimmed 240 pages of Wheelock's Latin, translated two Die Toten Hosen songs, had coffee with my relatives, talked on AIM with my med student sister, bought two videos off ebay, browsed the Museum Replicas Limited catalogue for new outfits, and browsed the boards. It really doesn't feel like four hours have passed, either. I being bipolar.
being bipolar.
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