I love it when the inside of my mouth tastes like coffee. I know a lot of people'd prolly find this kinna gross, but I kinna like the way my teeth are porous enough to soak in a goodly enough amount of coffee to tint them to a rich brown.
Hmm . . . ah. I just sneezed, and my sneeze tasted like coffee.
I've been awake doing . . . various things. The last of which was an essay for Shakespeare class. One which I think finally conforms to Teacher's particular unspoken predilections. Some teachers are really pathetic. But I've decided that it'd be healthiest for me to just learn to shrug my shoulders, adapt, and above all, to not put very much energy into it.
Man. I want root beer . . .