I'm too old for this.

My apartment is a disaster area and I just tripped over someone on the way to the computer. At least I think it was someone. It may have been someones. I don't remember them being there when I went to bed but it's possible I could have missed someone. There were lots of people here. I don't know where they came from.

I'm trying to decide if I want to make breakfast and clean up this place before classes or just go back to bed. Bed is sounding like a very, very good option right now. But that doesn't solve the messy apartment or people on the floor problem. Maybe I'll just have coffee instead. Sweet coffee, lovely coffee. Coffee of life and joy.

I've had four hours of sleep. I just want you all to know that.

EDIT: Okay, one cup of coffee down and two hungover college students evicted.

To my darlingest former roomie ever: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!