I awoke to the evil bleepings of my alarm clock, unable to experience the pleasure of hitting it, turning the dial, I felt the need to unleash my anger on something else, but alas I was too tired.

The bitter cold on the way to college woke me up, so I could sit in English and try to pretend to concentrate on the ultimately boring lesson focused on phonetics and later, sign language.

After the lesson had finally finished, I happily walked back home to freedom, trying to forget about that revision I needed to do for the Media Test tomorrow. Once home I grabbed the DVDs I borrowed from my friend, which I had reluctantly been tricked into being addicted to... And reached the end of Season 1 of Desperate Housewives. Yes I know, don't hurt me please. But in all honesty, the season finale was a real anticlimax.

I then went on to do normal computer things, and eventually sometime after dinner, I wrote this on some silly thread.

You may now lick it