My morning dawns upon the hangover of a gruesome study session. I don't have an avatar for feeling "woozy" so I had to make due.
Last night’s evening will be marked subtly by small, non-descript text beneath the date of November the fourteenth in calendars around the world. I don’t know what they’ll call it. Besides Joel’s birthday, I mean.
I consumed well over the unhealthy number of 13 mugs of java. Sometime after that high-water mark, I asked them to switch me to decaf. But the damage had already been done and it came in torrent. From one moment- a slightly bored drowse to the next, a shaky deluge of unnatural energy. I don’t know if I became more focused or if I absorbed any more knowledge after that. I only remember a waking dream of lights, Modified Internal Rates of Return and the distant sound of conversation.
It wasn’t like I just said, but I did have too much coffee.
Well, yesterday was awesome! We clocked the day out at the number 21 spot on Webcomicsnation with over 800 pageviews! Thank-you, fine individuals. Each and every of your seeing eyes are appreciated.
I should probably go and study some more. My stomach is a mess though. And I can still feel that nasty energy shaking my hands. It’s kind of cold. Maybe I’ll hit up Starbucks.
-Arrivederci!
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