<cracks up>

Oh, I love how Calvin and Hobbes gives you that early morning/late night chuckle you really need.

Check out this strip.

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Restraint.

I credit God entirely with my ability to restrain myself from telling various people to SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY. (Not anyone on my friends list, no worries.) God is good, God is nice, God keeps me from opening my big fat yap when it's best kept closed. Thank you, God.

It's nearly 5:30, and I should go to my 6pm class in a few, but I'm tired, I have a headache, and I have an Italian test tomorrow. I desperately do not want to go to Classical Social Theory. Le sigh.

Maybe I'll just go for the first half. Or something. I dunno. I'm exhausted, I haven't written today, I got to bed latelate, because I wrote and then couldn't sleep, so I studied for Italian.

Gah. I should have brought a hat and gloves. It's ZERO out right now (that's 32F for you Americans), and will be -4 (I dunno... mid-20s?) by the time I leave my class at 8:15 tonight.

Sigh. I should go.

(But on the flipside, I had a great sociology of cyberspace class and no community is ever entirely voluntary, and and and! Head exploding from neato concepts that I'm applying to my life. The people studying sociology of cyberspace are actually the same people who have experienced it. Does that make sense? It's so cool. Shutting up. Going to class. Bye.)

A thought.

Marx makes human beings sound worse than Ferengis.

That is all.