Presently it is 2:29:36 AM:

And I am quite obviously still awake. Awake working on a newspaper with and actual staff for once. Our usual three has doubled to a rather even 6, as opposed to 3. There is still plenty to do and I have been up since 5:30 AM. At this rate I figure "why bother going to bed? honestly?"

I've only go 3 hours to go until the 24 and then only 5 hours following that till History: the only class I will be attending tomorrow. Only one class because I'm leaving for KC. This will be incredibly fun as I will probably not have slept prior to the trip. Though, John may feel quite alone when I fall into a deeply, snoring slumber. However, the newspaper seems to be progressing slowly, but well.

Except that I have run out of Orange Slices.

Oh sweet heavenly candy that you are. My sweet delectible goodness. I miss the savory artificial orange flavor that you excrete in my mouth. I will forever miss you.

But not as much as my dearest Chipotle or peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Compared to them you are nothing to me, nothing at all but the grime gathering on my shower floor.

Luv,
Clay