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Guess how much sleep I got last night? The answer: none. Nadda. Zip. Zilch. Infinity minus infinity. Or would that still be infinity? I hope not, because then I’m still asleep and that’s just too much of a mind job right now.

Anyways, my poor sleep (or, in an attempt to think more positively, my exceptional deprivation) is the fault of one Megan McWherter. She spent the night at her mom’s, leaving me all by my lonesome in a queen-sized bed in a pauper-sized apartment. Why’d she spend the night down there? Near as I can tell, because she’s a big ol softy and caved when her little sister asked her to. Somehow, that little midget’s got more pull than I do.

To compensate for my lack of sleep (since I worked 10 hours and had class for another 2), I’ve drank eight cups of coffee, seven cans of Diet Mt. Dew (two regular, five Code Red), and one shot of caffeinated vanilla syrup. The syrup went in the coffee, mind you. I didn’t take it straight or inject it or anything else those crazy kids are doing nowadays. Damn crazy kids…

All that caffeine has left me tired, but hyper, excited, and happy. Very happy. Maybe MORE than happy. “We had Rob committed yesterday,” they said. “He was… *shudder*… more than happy.” Does that count as being manic? Hmm… manic. Maybe I should stick to beingic, for those in favor of the egalitarianization of contemporary language. Or beanic, for those who are incapable of pronouncing (or in my case, recognizing audibly) the difference between ‘being’ and ‘bean’. That’s probably best. I’m just a little beanie today.

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I messed a bunch with the behind-the-scenes code of my blog and new miniblog today. Which probably wasn’t the brightest bulb on the tree, considering how much sense I’m making. I noticed that, of the seven miniblog posts, I’d recoded five by hand to make them do what I wanted, which suggested to me that maybe I should rethink the process. Now it makes more sense. But anyways. The part you’d care about: you can leave comments on the miniblog, should you wish. I’ve noticed that my miniblog, just like every other miniblog I’ve seen, gets updated several times more often than my ‘real’ blog. I know why, of course: It’s a lot easier to type a sentence or two and be witty than it is to compose entire ~paragraphs~ of the stuff. M’ris is, as always, exempt from everything I say here.

This evening is coming frighteningly close to turning into tomorrow morning, and considering how haphazard my brain is being (bean?), I really want to get into bed before I’m stuck in the future. So… goodnight. :)