I'm just so freaking tired, is what it is.
But, I'm down to three days of classes, freaking out about my three quizzes tomorrow, working on final papers, making new, hysterical friends and working on a conver story for the inside beat about 90210. Laugh-o-riffic.
Also, thamks for the birthday voicemail Tim. You are a *horrible* email buddy, but, you know, that's okay. Because you're such a pop culture whore and that makes up for anything.