So, given that my typing skills have been shot straight to hell at this point, because I haven't eaten anything besides a few cookies since about 2:30 this afternoon, I think I'm going home. Dammit all. I really wanted to get this Spanish paper done before I went to bed tonight. I feel like such a slacker, really. Unfortunately, I also know that I have lost all coherence at this point, and more than likely I'll read over what I wrote and realize that very little of it, if any of it, makes sense.
Stoopid commons being closed. Stoopid lady at the bookstore making my account inactive. Stoopid me for not bringing any cash with me to pay for the overpriced whatnot at the bookstore.