It's 06:45 in the morning, I've just finished my final paper for Prof. Perry's "Introduction to Prose" course, after about ten solid hours of pure agony. I hate myself. I hate my paper. It needs work. It needs editing. I have no energy left to even go over it once and look for typos. I'm submitting it five hours from now. Then there's a class on von Kleist, then work, then friends. Must... sleep.

Thank whatever moose there be for moments of grace that warm my heart.