Being a writer is evil. For the first time in a while, I can actually write, so I was up past midnight writing. And then I woke up at like seven, so I only got like seven hours of sleep, which is not long enough. Because now I'm tired and sort of have a headache, and I'm cold too because my fan's on high and my hair is wet. Not a good combination. I'm thinking I'll go down and make a cup of tea, and then get physics and calculus out of the way. Then I can read government and economics and that play for Drama tomorrow (even though we're reading it in class, I want to read it before hand). Yeah. Right now, it seems possible. I just have to stay off the computer. Sound possible? It's not.