Butt-sore again, and late finishing classwork. So much for a relaxing week-end. "Boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!" in the words of Dr. Tart. I have had two Coca-Colas in the last two hours (12 midnight and 1 a.m.) to stay awake to finish these critiques. Graduate school should be a breeze compared to this.
Who wants to sleep forever? WHO WAAAANTS TO SLEEEEP FOREVAAAAAAH!!!!! OOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOhhh, eyelids don't riiiiiiiiise . . . .
No I haven't been taking drugs to try and remake Queen songs.