Mistake.

Today I'm totally blaming the fact that I stayed up until seven in the morning on my need for communication on Sundays. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone is so very available on Sundays and not on, say, Saturdays or Fridays or Thursdays, or maybe Wednesdays, but definitely not Tuesdays and certainly not this Monday because I'll be sleepingthen I could talk to people and be happy, or even I could go to class at eleven this morning and be very happy. Because a happy Brennan is a Brennan that says, "I am still cognt!" Coegnt, no, bogtne, no, wait, augh. See, that's what I get. Not cogent. Anyways, I'm totally screwing myself for the week, I am. Oh boy this was stupid. Why did I do this? Stupid having to write papers for every Monday class. Augh. I'm doing it to myself, really. Why am I still here? Why aren't I sleeping?

On the bright side, it's not raining yet today. I'm in a strange mood today. I don't know what to do with myself.

I think I'll go make breakfast.