An observation.

Late hour + sugar + stress + a strange gut feeling about someone = Paranoia.

I think.

(still working on paper. Sob.)

Update.

One Sociology paper down.

One Sociology paper, one Italian composition and one Italian test to go.

I hope to get the composition done at school during my break, or at least mostly done.

Crap. And I also have Italian homework for Tuesday. Argh.

I hate Max Weber, by the way. A lot.

Bed for like, 5 hours. If I'm fortunate.

(if you want to help me out, drsnicket describe yourself in an email or comment using 15 adjectives. Seriously.)

so. tired.

I'm so tired. My brain is numb.

But I'm having a good hair day.

I'm trying to write my Italian composition. It's going slowly.

Kill me now?