hellohellohello goodmorning.

Maybe I am just too tired. Have I reached my lack of sleep plateau[depths]? I'd hate to think so, but I'm sitting here in the Killam library during my mid Tuesday afternoon lull and I'm contemplating how exactly I managed to get so far ahead of life that I have nothing to do. I'm also mulling over the idea of a jumbo hot dog from the GodFather, because as everything else has changed since my movement across the country so has my opinion towards those delightful packages of protein.

The point of all this though, is that I am tired. So I find myself reading Belletristic Impressions and wiping tears off my face and wondering why. Maybe I should be wondering why I am not at all concerned for my public display[terrible], or my current state of health[declining] or my current obsession with bed bugs. [They really do exist, they also seem to have manifested themselves between the sheets of many a dorm resident in the last couple of weeks!]

I'd really rather just sit here and continue reading these beautiful words. Oh! The joy it brings me when I find such excellent quality on the internet. [Certainly we are producing nothing of that type here.]

Alas, my stomach growls and I must be off for some greasy meaty nourishment that has become so paramount in my life these days.