Brain... pop.
I hate school right now. Too much typing make brain go pop. And I'm not done yet. Not by far. 1 in the fucking morning... oh well. Only one more question to go on that wonderful test, and then a short 2 pager for philosophy... I hate epistimology right. Normally it entertains me, in that I love spouting the equivalent of philisophical heresy, but right now, writing ANOTHER paper tonight is not high on my list of things I want to be doing. I'd quote the list, but its indecent ;) Wouldn't want to warp any innocent mindss who might be reading this.
You know who you are. Or maybe not. Its late, and I don't care anymore. What was I saying again?
Oh yeah... No, wait its gone again. Maybe more later.
You know who you are. Or maybe not. Its late, and I don't care anymore. What was I saying again?
Oh yeah... No, wait its gone again. Maybe more later.