lantairvlea | *dances about the keyboard.*

So I write and I type and I work on this thing called a paper. I have one completed, another half done, and the third due on Thursday is yet to be one. I have, yet, a page or more to transcribe before I can consider myself finished and retire. I shall finish this paper tonight though sleep may be forfeited and I b . . . wait, that'd be a bad idea. I have a math test tomorrow. Curses. Well, ex the attempt at poeticness and detachedness from what I'm writing. Curses.

Well, if all else fails I can always retake the math, right? Granted, I doubt I'll FAIL the class, or get a D for that matter, its just that I know I could have done better, curse me. Ach, well, my own fault, time to fess up and accept the consequences.

Returning to paper.