Can I just, like, die, now?

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I am so tired. Ar.

On the plus side. Banner finished. Costume finished. Extra costume pieces: finished.

Newsletter: Finished, except the back page which is the stupid recruiting flier, anyway.

There are links to add to the website, but I can't do it now. I must, instead, try to understand everything Cyrix processors have to offer and rewrite the information so I can turn in my homework tomorrow.

Have I mentioned I'm tired?

I have decided.

There is no God.

If there were, I would not be awake before noon.

I would not be sitting at this computer trying to blearily read the screen so I can finish my homework.

I hope she's accepting it next week.

Holodecks, vampires and popcorn...

There's a really trippy story in this...

I remember the last dream I had. A bunch of us (I'm pretty sure they were members of 'Cafe and otherwise who I've met) were running around somewhere.

At one point we were being stalked by the Government AND vampires. We were killing the vamps, no trouble. But the Black Ops guys were giving us lots of trouble.

Then, in the middle of this, we all went to an arcade and popped popcorn.

But it wasn't an arcade. It was a holodeck.

*headshake*

I have got to stop eating tomatoes before bed.