Should Be Sleeping

So I'm blogging now. I should be sleeping, what with work and all my other obligations tomorrow morning, but I refuse to. I've been looking over too many Notes From The Underground papers lately; some kind of irrational breakdown was inevitable.

Since I'm blogging, here's the news.
Profoundity will have to wait.

Went to class despite my faux-hangover, or "fangover." I earned said fangover last night from drinking too many sugary vodka-laced drinks and sucking at Double Dash.

I tried to kill my Symbolic Logic prof with my mind. I still lack that ability, it seems. Fiction Writing was more enjoyable.

The Bombastion, Lawrence's reigning king of galling vocal inflection, had written an excellent story based loosely on the works of H.P. Lovecraft and Douglas Adams. Everything that annoys me about this person turned out to work beautifully in fiction.

I also got to destroy somebody. I'm almost certainly putting too much faith in my ability to affect other people here, but I cold-heartedly told one girl that the phrase "literally decimated" should never appear in fiction unless it means, literally, what it's to supposed mean.

Etymological fallacies forever!

Anyways, I think I may have hurt her feelings, ultimately, because Prof Dintenfass emphasized the point with one of his fifteen-minute mini-lectures, adding insult to injury as they say (but shouldn't).

Today's non-academic adventure was my shopping trip with the only two freshman guys I've met this year; among other things, we got clove cigarettes for this weekend.

And I learned about Matt's magic coat, which has the power to set off anti-shopplifting safeguards whenever he enters or leaves a store.

By-the-by, you're all tapped for the trivia contest this weekend. If we think you know an answer, you're getting a phone call.

Being in another country will not save you if we need your help Sunday night. You've been warned.

Now: to sleep.