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Happy Pi Day.

If you don't get it...

Today is 3/14. The beginning of pi is 3.14...

I'm going to go pass out now.

I'm running away with Fredrick.

And by "running away," I mean going to bed.

And by "with Fredrick," I mean I'm leaving him in his case and leaning him against the wall.

I woke up an hour ago, feeling rather feverish, and all I could think of was organic chemistry and how I needed to be held.

Still feeling that way, except that now I'm a little less delirious.

I'm gonna go take a shower and try to shake this feeling.

I'm always tired.

I wish I could sleep in ( Read more... )

*sigh ( Read more... )

My ability to sleep sucks ( Read more... )

I am like Keira Knightley. I cannot fully close my mouth for longer than a second or two.

Also: Art wished me pleasant nightmares and then I had a couple of weird, creepy dreams that I can't describe and now I have a brain tumor and it's all his fault.

In short, I cannot sleep.

See this icon?

It speaks truth.

Seriously. Lack of sleep is killing my head so bad. Not BADLY, because then that would mean that the lack of sleep is not good at killing my head. But it is good at killing my head.

I'm gonna do some homework now.