May 18 2008
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Why I Make No Sense (reason #398,235)
In between working on a paper late on a Saturday night: I cry, write terrible emo poetry, then dance around like crazy to Madonna in my living room with a ridiculous grin on my face.
Then I blog about it.
I only had one drink this evening, so I can’t blame my mood swings on that. Stress? Lack of sleep? Oppressive heat (my apartment is at least 80 degrees and it’s 1am)?
Yeah, it’s probably the heat.
I need to finish this damn paper.
I wonder if my landlord would let me install a stripper pole in my living room?