"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

The world could come crashing down at any moment.

"But its not the end of the world."

Who has the authority to say where the world ends and begins?

And what if it is and you never knew?

You'd feel awfully silly for saying so, wouldn't you?

I'm feeling particularly malicious today. I woke up with Incubus "Calgone" in my head this morning. As soon as I opened my eyes, the man in my head sang, "Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Little bit less than nothing would go my way."

I'm tired of clinging to everything that leaves me.

I want to shove the woman behind me's cell phone down her throat. I'm pretty damn sure she's a sorority girl. She's talking very loudly about girls who didn't order something. Probably something with their letters. *rolls eyes*

My back hurts, but its not my kidney or my spine. I don't know what it is.

Just what I need is to sit in a hard chair for the next 6 hours (which is the approximate time until I get to go back to the dorm and lock my door).

Called Dell last night. They want to replace my motherboard. $699 bucks. At this point, I'd fucking rather buy a desktop.

Watched a bit of the Inauguration Speech earlier. For like, 3 minutes. Bush managed to piss me off three times in three minutes, so I shut the tv off. He wore a jacket that made him look oddly like a linebacker. Big shouders, tiny, tiny head.

I must dash to art history. I just realized I didn't do the reading. She does all the talking anyway.

Toodles.