Iy yiy! I am possessed. Today is a day of electronic rat a tat tat. It was only but a few days ago that I returned into this sphere, and now I have somewhat shunned my notebook.
I am nearing the time where I must leave for class. It is one of those kind o’ nights where I do not feel sharey and thusly wish for the academic aspect to dominate.
Yet, the most highly toned nose in book part has already passed. In the past. On Saturday. And now, we’re going to get increasingly meaty. And saucy. Or at least that is my hope.
I wish to woo my class into forgetting my tear duct eruption. No, that isn’t true. Not forgetting. I want them to remember, but hear me be amazing at them in another way. The hee ho ha kind of way. The tra la la down a summer lane kind of way.
Unfortunately, “I want to go to there,(see Fey, Tina as Lemon, Liz–30 Rock)”, doesn’t mean I get to.
Sigh, sigh, oh me oh my, what is a girl to do?
I think I hear a noise in the other room. “What is that you say, quilt? Nap? Nap you say? Now? Nay, but I cannot, for I must leave betwixt the hour 5 and its 5 minutes past and the hour five and an additional 7 minutes upon that, forsooth. Drats!”
I did not need to share this, but as this is my compulsion of the day, I was impelled by the hands of Beelzebub to act on evil’s behalf.