I may have a feasible idea for my eventual thesis paper. I don't know enough about the research process to know how to approach it, but I am excited. Robert told me not to share it with my professors lest they steal it. Wheeeeeeeee!

A beautiful border of Fs

Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

Why did you do that. And I mean you this time! Not me!

I guess me too.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

/end"rant"

Didn't press the send button. If an explanation is not called for, do not give one.

"Children should be seen and not heard."

Puritanical! Children should only speak when spoken to.

It's not like I need a hobby. I have too many as it is. Hell, instead of returning those two books to the library I never finished, I renewed them and checked out two more today. Came home and fell asleep after being disappointed by a lack of Ted episode. Need to find my drive. Instead I have this headache.

Already in the I'll do it tomorrow mindset. I tend not to like doing things unless my head cooperates with itself.

But I'm a cricket.

GRASSHOPPA!

I perceive conflict, young grasshoppa!

I perceive weakness grassHOPPA!

Oh. Yes. Well. Sorry. It's the red hair. Makes me crazy. And the cold. It uhm. Slows my thought process.

I can't wait until I make it all work.

Don't go too FAST. Don't go too SLOW. GYAH.

I need to goto sleep so tomorrow doesn't suck.

Slow on the uptake

OK, it took me a few days to realize the full irony of dyeing my hair red. And Im not gonna lie, I love it. The irony. The hair is awright.

Meanwhile! As Don Quixote rallied against windmills, so shall I against columns. Fuck every version of the story. I will tear down as many columns as I so choose. Now that I can see them as columns. Down with this unholy temple!

Of course, I do this not through my strength alone, but that is a tale for another time.

Writing a new book. It's called Amanda and the Week-Long Resolution.

It's a work of fiction, of course. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

I am going to lose my fucking mind. Holee shit.