It's four o'clock in the morning, I'm supposed to be studying, but I have 16 tabs open and only four of them relate to my final. I suppose my bed isn't conducive to studying either, but neither is anywhere else that has internet access. At least I have my covers here to coo and comfort me while I lie here in my self-loathing. I suppose I could remove myself from my computer, but according to 85% of my brain (which is probably the same percentage that got its thrills from watching Spongebob Squarepants as a kid), the very suggestion is scoff inducing.
