I just wrote this little something-something, and read some of the old something-somethings I wrote, and realized that maybe, just maybe I'm kind of good at this. It's just the second day of exams, exhausted, as I am, to the core-est of my core, almost literally IV-ing to 1ml/kg/hr of caffeine for the past 72 hours, nonetheless still managing to suck at my exams, and yet discovering beyond all surprises that a few well-chosen words arranged in a certain non-pattern pattern could actually make me feel a little better about myself. I know that didn't make sense, but it sure did while I was typing it, and so it shall stay as it was writ.
Anyway, I still have about 13 hours until the third hell day of this 4-day hell week commences, so I better take a little nap to sustain me.
Before I go into some short but definitely, definitely deep slumber, allow me to proclaim my loyalties, lest I shall forget. For tonight, I shall swear allegiance to THE coffee, but definitely just to decaf, as I learned the hard way today. And a little sleep. And my pencil. And my highlighters. Gahd. I seriously need help.
