I went to DC today. I got hit with a lot of artwork, a lot of stimulus, a lot of people. I like art. I'm an art major. But it was a lot of art. Then I got whacked with a ton of class registation issues, and you all know how happy that makes me. So I got up with morning at 7:15, drove two hours, got a crick in the neck, spent a good six hours walking around looking at art, had lunch, found a birthday present, fulfilled my art history assignment, got a headache, drove two hours back, got another crick in the neck, ate a late and icky dinner (veal! Veal?!), did homework for an hour and a half, went to work, and now I'm going to do more homework. Yeah. Big day. I'm ready for bed. I like bed. I want a shower too. A nice hot shower. Mmm... that sounds very very good right now.
Just... don't annoy me for a while people, OK? Tomorrow, I can predict, I will be very stressed out. And when I'm stressed out, I have been known to bite peoples' heads off, and/or rant at them for a very long time. Don't ask me how I'm doing. Don't ask me about registration. Just tell me about your day, let me pay attention to something else besides my screw-ups. If you can, make me laugh. I would like that.