Pat Benatar is my hero. Its 29 degrees out, according to weatherbug. I want to kill weatherbug because of the annoying chirping sound it makes.

Nine and a half hours of beautiful sleep does a body good. I'm no longer sick.

I wrote a paper that started with, "Imagine a scene." Uggh! Why did I give in to the cliche? My brain is fried. And that's all I have to say about that.