When you drag yourself out of bed before it's light outside, there's something wrong with the world
Bah Humbug. I am not a fan of seven in the morning. See, this is the problem. I've been spoiled by my class schedule this semester. My earliest classes were at 9 40. So this morning's final at eight? Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahno. And now Megan is gone, which saddens me. One less goof ball to segregate ceral with. and try to discover how T-Rex's would have talked on the phone (don't ask.) Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay for tomorrow. It's going to be excellent. Hmm. I have things to say, but it's all locked up in my head. Poor stuff. It'll never find it's way out. Oh well. If i think of them, i'll let you know.