In other news, I think life really does begin after coffee. For me, at least. When I wake up, I feel like staying in bed, and then I drink coffee and the world is my oyster!
This morning, I read the first two acts of Macbeth--a relatively easy feat. Is this Billy Shakes' shortest play or what?--and sent in the worst essay ever. But I don't want to talk about that.
Here's a funny video to get you through the day. Or you could just drink coffee. That works too.
I relate to those cats. Except I am not afraid of cucumbers. I am afraid of my professors. Especially after that essay.
Have you ever done the thing where you're being sneaky and then the person you're avoiding spots you, so you freeze in place and stare at the wall, hoping beyond all hopes that you will magically camouflage against whatever surface is behind you? Yeah. That's where I am right now.
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