So I stayed up all night hunting icons, watching Kripke & Co. at Paley festival on youtube, and reading crack. And there's fucking SNOW on the mountains. And I'm on cup number five of coffee. Only it's not mugs, it's one of those grande paper cups from the cafe yesterday. So what? Like twelve ounces a pop? Twelve times five? I don't know.
Sleep is for the WEAK! Oh...I have to meet up with what's her fuck in four hours to study for an exam. Oh...twelve times five.
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Date: 2008-02-16 03:15 pm (UTC)Sleep is for the WEAK! Oh...I have to meet up with what's her fuck in four hours to study for an exam. Oh...twelve times five.
Flask maximus; it was worth it.