I just woke up out of the blue, and I have "Ice, Ice Baby" stuck in my head. Like, really lodged in there and I don't know why or how and it absolutely refuses to go away.

But if my mother asks, I'm up right now because I'm studying the Torah. Damn, Moses, you part that sea. Actually, if she asks it's probably best to just deny the fact that you read this at all. I didn't write this. This didn't happen. These aren't the droids you're looking for.

Which reminds me. Tuesday. 9:30 sharp. Pizza. Breadsticks. Lots of it. In the common room on my floor. Everyone is invited, but be advised that I am small yet ferocious (I am roughly as dangerous as 75% of an unarmed adult Wookiee) and will be very, very hungry. You have been warned.

Also, we'll be watching Star Wars... Until they come yell at us to shut up and/or go back to our rooms because it's late. And you're welcome to pitch in a couple of bucks if you want to help pay for food. And now I'm going to try* to go back to sleep.






*Do or do not. There is no try.