Bam

My head feels like it's going to explode. I really want to go to sleep. I feel sick and ragged. And it's almost 2 am which will do wonders for my "sleep a decent amount" prescription. Friggin' school. Damn flow-through entities. I want to throw the book across the room, but that would hit the TV and make me very sad, which would precipitate a mental breakdown. Wheee.

Dammit. Stop complaining and read more tax crap. Friggin' tax. Argh.