But that was not meant to be due to the *fire alarm* that went off in my house making it impossible for me to sleep. God. Work in five hours and I still don't feel well and I've gotten no sleep. Tommorow will *suck*.

But what kept me semi-human during the past half hour? Why, I'll tell you. Re-reading this story for the umpteenth time:

Unintentional Things by Prufrock

I just love her so much. Just to little tiny itty bitty pieces and then back together because a Prufrock in pieces wouldn't be as good as a whole one.