So I got up at 8. I grabbed the necessary implements to write, and headed out to the lounge at the theater building. The place was uncharacteristicly unchill. Gourmands was closed. The lounge in my building was filled with idiots. I went back to my apartment, bit down, and finished just in the knick of time. I run to my classroom to find class cancelled.
Went back. tried to nap. Couldn't at first, did some blurfing. Finally got some shuteye, only to be woken up not to long ago by a screech emitted from my clock radio. So I'm up. I'm not thrilled about that, but my guess is I don't have much say in it. I have no energy, so it looks like my plans to work on my indeterminate-length story tonight while listening to the Mars Volta (throws up the horns) are fucked. I might do another post though. I'm in the mood for something bizarre, so we'll see.