february is almost over

i don't care how much homework i haven't finished. i'm gonig to bed in an hour.

and Christina Kuaffman, wherever you are, i hope you know what sort of havoc you're wreaking on my life right now.

i can feel the weight on my eyelids and my fingers are getting heavy. sleep demons. don't they know i got stuff to do?

it would be the coolest thign if there was no school monday. outside the window the world is a snowglobe. my eye is drawn first to the flakes, then t o the ugly expanse of pavement that marrs the otherwise tranquil scene. everythign is pointless when the roads don't freeze.