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 . . .