I just finished dinner, and once again I made/ate way too much. On tonight’s menu was chicken alfredo with steamed baby carrots and garlic bread. Quite tasty if I do say so myself, but I’ve also got a psychology test to study for and the chicken has made me sleepish. I don’t know how much of it is going to sink in and stick if I’m concentrating all my energy on keeping my nose from wedging itself into the binding of my book.

I’ll have to ask Shake’n'Bake’s permission to study tomorrow.

And you can chide me all you want for waiting until now to do my homework, but it won’t do you any good. I always hold off on the studying until the last moment lest the bits of knowledge leak out my ears and are absorbed into my pillows at night. I swear it happens. That’s how I lost about 99% of the French language I bothered to learn a few years back.