The Obscure

Well, it's official, I have no soul left. Or that is to say, what's left of it is nothing but a raggedy ol' dish-towel, so used and worn that it has become filthier than the very dishes it has devoted it's life thus far to scrubbing.
Or something like that.

So how is everyone else? I don't care how you are. Why do I always preface my posts with, "How is everyone?" Because, I don't really require an answer, nor do you supply one. It makes no sense!
Maybe it's something to do with my "being polite" complex that seems to have gotten me OUT of so much trouble (not like those other pesky complexes). Who knows?

I have four sketches due tomorrow. It's depressing, how I even slack in Art Class. Is there no level of laziness to which I will not descend?
Actually, technically I have seven due.
Ah well.

I made it to school on time today. It is now hypothesized that if I take a 3/4 dose of Seroquel at 8:30 PM, I can fall asleep at roughly 10:30 PM, and can wake up at roughly 6:30 AM. Tomorrow, the continuation of the testing. Bringing you the results, day by day, this is Acme Mail-Order-Science--in conjunction with the National League of International Ambassadors for the Nation of New Brunswick.
Amen, and Amen.
Is New Brunswick a country? I think it's actually a city. The answe to this, and further New Brunswick related questions, tonight on Nightline.

Baklava, anyone? I love Baklava.
I haven't seen Joe in like months.
Joe is Greek, see the connection? I do.

If I shower before I go to bed, then perhaps waking up in a speedy manner will become ALL the EASIER!

EUREKA!!

Alright, I have better things to do with my time than supply you with jokes that Tim or Taylor normally would have borne the brunt of. Well, no I don't. Nevertheless, I am leaving.