Ow... Why did God curse me with waking up...

So, this morning I awoke and for about an hour all I could think about was how much my brain hurt and where I was. I was in that horrible dreaming-awakening transition and at the same time wondered if I was late for my finals. With the help of coffee I am slowly recovering. I wonder what time I actually fell asleep was... I know I didn't lay down until 4...

Ow...

Anyway, I spent a lot of my day wondering when my final in Russian was. Luckily Vira was in her office so I could ask... I'm not sure why I thought it was going to be at a strange time. Did I mention my brain hurt?

Did my Brit Lit final last night. It sucked. It wouldn't have sucked except that Deane expected 4-5 pages and my topic could much more easily be explained in 2. Lot of repetitious fluff. On the other hand that describes my last paper and it got a B+, so who knows?

I AM A FLUFFY BUNNY!

Anyway, I want to play video games but nobody is around. I wonder if I'm going to get around to revising my Philosophy paper... I don't know how alive I'll be later. I need tums... (Sausage Pizza+ Bad Sleep = Indigestion)

(Gwaaagh) I am a moose... (Gwaaaagh)




ow...