I am so cranky right now. Lost really wasn't as cathartic as usual. In fact, I found myself feeling worse after watching it. GRRRR frustration. Why is it always about Jack? He's not even the hot one. *sulks*
My back hurts.
My allergy medicine is wearing off. Snrrrk. Ugh.
Shakespeare can be cheesier than cheddar, yo.
I have class at 9 am and I haven't been sleeping well. No good can come of this.
I don't wanna!
Existence is so irritatitingly complicated. I dont even want to continue that thought.
I have to read Bomb the Suburbs by Monday... and apparently it's ridiculously disconnected and difficult to read. Noooooooooo!
I am hungry.
Friday I have to go see The Laramie Project. I really don't want to. It's not that it isn't a fantastic production, but it's depressing, and I don't want to be depressed. Fuck no, not today thank you kindly. Also, I do not want to write another paper about it. I am sick of beating this script to death. Frankly, I'm a little sick of the whole homosexuality vs. morals debate because I've already stated my opinion about 20 thousand times and rrrrr... I understand we need discussions of hate crimes and whatnot but goddamnit anyway. I have the solution. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Don't be an asshole. It's really not that complicated, fellas.
I have class in 9 hours, Sandy is asleep in my bed, and I'm not tired. Bother.