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It's 7 a.m. and after fighting it all night I'm just gonna give up and say "Alright restlessness, I can't sleep. Uncle, you fucker, UNCLE!"

Dunno why exactly I'm so restless. I should probably use this early morning moment to get some readings and other unexciting things finished...hm...maybe over a nice cup of warm tea.

And, knowing my luck, I'll prolly just fall asleep after drinking the soothing, warm tea and miss my classes that I was reading for.

In other news, I'm very well probably setting myself up for disappointment again. A certain girl and I are supposed to do something together tonight but I have my reservations about it actually happening--she's just as wishy-washy and everything as I am with this kinda crap. So, while I have to (and hate to) admit that I'm looking forward to the possibility, I'm not exactly holding my breath. On top of that, it's pretty unclear if we agreed to do this as a date or just an outing...if it's a date I wanna take her out for a more romantic evening...but if it's an outing...why the hell do these things have to come pre-packaged with complications!?

Oh yeah, and Dick Cheney shot his hunting partner (supposedly) on accident, though I'm slightly convinced that an evil corporate emperor who looks like The Penguin prolly just hadn't done anything malicious in a couple days and needed the outlet. Anyway, heres a quote about the incident from the owner of the ranch that it happened on:

"The vice president didn't see him," she said. "The covey flushed and the vice president picked out a bird and was following it and shot. And by god, Harry was in the line of fire and got peppered pretty good."

Heh, seriously, if I were just gunned down I'd hope for a little more sympathy.