Just spent the past five hours lying on whatever floor that I could find in my bedroom, save for the half hour I had to get up to eat dinner with my father and brother at the dinner table. Thus, 3,340,093 brain cells that could have been used toward a formula for world peace or writing an essay on China- Taiwan relations were obliterated. The floor seems to be my room's purgatory, the halfway point for everything I've eaten, broken or worn in the last eight months. Something should be done.
So long, and thanks for all the fish!
