Damn. I can’t even write that, even think that, without getting that song running through my head. (da da doo doo, da da doo doo doo, da da doo doo, da da doo doo doo…) (By the way, Wikipedia seems to let you play snippets of songs now. But I must warn you, this song is insidious. There is also no pause or stop button on the Wikipedia player.)
What was I saying? Oh yeah. My class is almost over. The takehome final is due tomorrow. I’m in decent shape timewise, I think. Also not in such bad shape gradewise, in spite of my previous stressings. (Have I ever mentioned that if there is extra credit available, I feel compelled to go for it? Even if I don’t need it? I’m trying to resist the urge to do the extra credit question on the final, since I’ll get more sleep if I don’t do it. And unless I seriously screwed up on the last assignment, I don’t need it.)
Ah, sleep. If only I could get some sort of credit for that. Screw the credit, if only I could just get more of it. Have I mentioned that I love sleep? Oh, right. I have.