Well? Earlier I felt some sharp, nagging thing located posteriorally to my posterior; and so, upon reaching around and pulling my Philosophy 107 hardcover out from under my ass, I realized I'd been sitting on my textbook for more than an hour.
Hmmm. That really seems a fitting analogy to my study habits right now. No, fuck habits, then; try study _a t t i t u d e_. Because there areno habits.
These dreams...
Go on when I close my eyes.
The dark of night was swiftly fading close to the dawn of day...
Here we go again.