Zombie-ish on Friday the 13th

No sleep is one thing. No sleep because you are cramming is another. Not looking for sympathy, just looking for a hug and perhaps some mineral water.

I suggest that you stay away, far, far away from McDonalds coffee. After work last night, I thought it would be genius of me to order a humongo coffee with extra cream and even extra-er sugar to aid in my attempts to remain actively awake/conscious throughout the night. I gulped that puppy down and was fine for about a half hour till i started feeling nautious and twitchy. I seriously felt as if I had taken an energy pill and was coming down from the high. I shake my fist at you McDonalds coffee, and I also shake my head in disapproval because I never thought I would live to see the day when something from McDonalds would have a negative effect on me. Animals and fast food are delicious, I always say...guess now it's just animals. (till i forget about the coffee.)

Who knows if I have the resolve to go out tonight as had been planned because guess what, I still have to bullshit my way through an APA paper that is due at 5pm AND (you're gonna love this) I have a final at 7 pm tonight at the water tower campus. Now do you see why I need a hug and a mineral water? May God smite you if you don't.

I totally had QOTDs last night but my brains are waaaaaaay too fried to even try to begin to remember them. My guts are all tweaked because of coffee and way too much sugar, and my heart is broken because finals have that effect on me...so dramatic, I know.
(Brad had the QOTD covered, and it was also his 2 yr OG anniversary last night. Congrats Brad, even if the OG is a waste of life. what the hell are we doing there? we should be astronauts, man!)

Thanks momma and poppa for driving me all the way to school today. You saved me from the embarrassment of snoring on the train, or from the destruction of sleeping while driving had I chosen to drive to school.

A big ol "go fuck yourself" goes out to Dr. Satan for being such a tool. I hope your home becomes infested with centipedes, and I hope you get lice till you die.

I'm off to write the paper for Toby Dye. Only bc it is for his class, I will not bitch about it.
Much love to Loyola students, you fuckers are alright.