tis the season for toast and death threats.

[bgaybel]

the time of year has come when i want to take some dexadrine and work on papers until the sun rises. or combine toast and a tub for a delicious snack and awkward suicide attempt. poor Miranda having to discover me dead in the tub after having eaten the last of the bread and ruined her toaster.

i want to take this paper I'm writing and print it out then physically cut it and paste it so it makes more sense and then hand it in still wet with modge podge. this paper I'm writing is supposed to be twelve pages long. at present it is four pages of nonsense. i want to get it done so i can watch pro run tomorrow night.

back at it i guess.