So today..between my third cup of coffee at the library Starbucks before my next class, and a general lack of sleep and the usual heap of stress thats like not needed for the most part and maybe reading a fic (hey getting back into the older fandoms again so not just dependant on updates of the JE kind yey!) and I thought.
What would a drunk philosophy major sound like.?
Cause it might be an important thought and I sort of want to find out.
Also..think i might have had a sorta zen thought about a tree..but not quite sure...why are mondays so like...completely and evilly and sneak-type easy when I know the rest of the week is just going to snowball into hell like always.
Also to all the squirrels out there..what kind of crack are you ON? and can I please have some?