And witness the choir concert I forgot about throw me into a last minute cram.

I feel like a bad college student now. Writing a 6 page paper at 2 in the morning.

But! I have a free large mocha frap with an extra shot. Ph33r. I feel the caffiene sifting through my veins.

I love the cold outside.

Frick yeah! Around precisely 4:16 I came up with a title! The Desirable Focus of Eros. Yes. [robot voice in the annoying Beck video]Hell Yes.[/robot voice in the annoying Beck video]

Now to write a conclusion. And make a decent intro. And a transition from St. Augustine to Plato, since it doesn't exist. You just find out 3 sentences later it has something to do with something.

I'm so awake. And not focused again. Remember. You still have a conclusion to write.

Hell yes x2! I just realized I have the perfect lead in to the conclusion by accident!!!

Hee hee. I am so mainstream at times.

The clock struck 5. Almost done. I might get an hour of sleep. I don't want to read it after I turn it in later in the morning. I'm afraid that when I'm thinking again I'll hate it. I'm so curious how I'll do on it. I've never written a paper this personal before.

Proof read time.

I sure hope my partial BS on the justification for this paragraph works as well as my Medea BS. I could handle an -A.

Now, now....should I sleep? only 2 hours to class...hmmmm...

Wait! I know! Skiiiip theeeeory.....sleep until like.....10....or so...mweeeeheeeheeeheeheeheeeeee....