Stupid, stupid....!
Agh! You know those pieces of schoolwork that make you just want to stab something to death with a pencil? Like in Middle School when puzzling over a math assignment (I'm sure Kenna remembers) and your brain starts to fizzle and fry till you're no longer lucid enough to do anything except go homicidal on your textbook (librecidal?) and eventually you start gibbering and foaming at the mouth so that a friend has to gently pull you away from the hapless homework and lead you down to the nearest drinking fountain. That's the feeling this current essay is starting to give me. Gah... I think I'll go for a walk, even if it is already dark out, it's only 7:00...
Cheese.
Cheese.