Blarg

Yes, Blarg, always with a capital B. It's a word I've come to use to express a variety of emotions. In this instance it's being used to express my distaste in being awake at this hour. I've been laying on the floor of my room for the last hour, before that I had been asleep in bed, when suddenly... my mattress falls. I have one of those beds with the dresser-like setup underneath it, and the supports holding my mattress up ( a glorified series of 2x4s) suddenly collapsed, and have since resisted the minimal effort I've put into a late night fix. In addition to that, I was sadly disappointed by the art show I attended this evening. Though this disappointment did leave me with a sense of vindictive satisfaction, our beloved school by far trumps the examples I saw of art, and though I may be a slightly partial judge, I still expected better, especially consider it was over an hours drive, in rush-hour traffic. I've lost where I'm going with this little venting session here. So I'm just going to call it quits, and get some desperately needed shut eye.

Good Night/Guten Nacht, Hopefully tomorrow will make up for the happenings of this evening.

We'll see in a few hours.