My juice box was trying to rise up against the tyrrany of the straw this morning. But I smote it. Mightily. Very messy.
The plan for today is to go to class, hang around in the union for a while, get some lunch, come back for some naptime, maybe go to Walmart for groceries. I need bread. Whole wheat bread. And soap. Not for the bread. Oh yeah... need to take the trash out today, too.
Time to go to class. It's philosophy. Which reminds me... I had a dream about Soren Kierkgaard last night. Weird and freaky. Bye.