#14.

I am posting a real entry for once--one that consists of full sentences, correct grammar (I hope), and capitals. As I am sitting here in my room tailored to fit the needs of 5'1 shorty, minutes are passing rapidly and I have 9:30 class tomorrow.

Why do I always do this to myself?

Truth: Tomorrow I shall wake up in a zombielike state and look for healthy brains to eat for breakfast.

Truth: There is a linear relationship with age and caffeine dependency.

Actually, the latter is not so much of a truth but rather, a fact.

I got twitter today. I feel dirty. But how else am I supposed to stalk people whom I shall never meet in this lifetime? I am comforted by reminding myself that even Noble Prize winners like Paulo Coehlo have it and use it to follow Ricky Martin.

Forgive me, I'm trying to find a voice here. Maybe I should stick to half-written sentences held together by awkward punctuation and indents.