Ah, yes. I have gotten Bess unblocked for the next forty minutes and I don't have class until 1:10, so I am now typing here to pass the time...

I finally finished my twenty-seven lines of meter, although some of them don't quite make any sense. Like, my trochaic pentameter, "Paper crumbles at touch of flesh wound." What the hell? But it does not matter A) ..because it's poetry and B) ... because I'll get credit for it either way.

Last night, I couldn't get to sleep until 1:30 because the full moon was shining through the blinds, I had taken a two hour nap earlier in the day, and my mom reminded me of the Thriller music video. I then said, "maybe the Michael Jackson werewolf will come and get us in the middle of the night," which was not the smartest thing to remind myself of when I was trying to sleep. Then we started talking about bunny zombies and all sorts of other creepy things.

Then, this morning, I couldn't wake up. In fact, I still think I'm half asleep. Everyone seems really tired today. DAMN THIS WEATHER!

The main reason I got Carol to unblock Bess is so I could check my email. I got one email, a viral piece of spam. Horray! I wonder who I gave my email address to that has caused this ridiculous flow of junk mail...

My hair is very, very greasy, but I'm not going to take a shower until after fencing tonight. I love it when I can mold my hair into different shapes with one sweep of the hand.

I washed off my iCondom today. It gets all weird and staticy and needs a washing occasionally as to not look like a fur ball.

That is all I have to say.