All In All It Was A Pretty Nice Day

I had intended to stick around campus for an hour or so after class and work on paper-writing. But I got in front of the computer and decided that, no, can't do this right now. I didn't want to go home either. So I went to Nob Hill. Geckos or Flying Star? Alcohol or caffeine? Pick your drug. I was in the worst mood for drinking, so tea at Flying Star it was.

Up and down. And still I can't seem to find the motivation necessary to sit down and fuckin' write. Reading I can handle. But the rest...

I think my philosophy paper is going to have to be a three-hour job.