come to my house and drink whiskey. dammit.

so much to say, so little of it intelligible

interesting follow up to yesterday's post. i finished the paper in a few hours, then fell asleep when i wasn't paying attention, slept through the just in case of this scenario alarms i had set, and then slept through the class i was writing the essay for. what the hell is that, yea?

anyways, i have some drafting to finish. later

5:07AM

as good of a time to start a paper as any

i think i've lost the ability to care as a defense mechanism.

meh. most days i'd just rather take a nap. then maybe a walk and a cigarette. but i'm trying to quit, and i have things to do. so, meh

i hope you all enjoyed this year's holiday. this holiday didn't exist until lincoln's administration you know. some little old lady, whos name i've forgotten, wanted a national day in which we could give thanks for all that we have, and spent nine years writing as often as she could to three different presidents until the third, old abe, finally ( Read more... )

you know, i seem to remember enjoying this holiday in the past.

le sigh

anyone want to see if the round up is open on thanksgiving later? grab a drink with me?

uggh, lafayette

http://www.xkcd.com/337/