(because this is the sort of information worth breaking from linguistics for)

In approximately the past two hours, I've eaten ten popsicles of various flavors in a desperate attempt to empty the freezer.

There are still five left.

If I didn't have a final in about eight hours, I'd totally eat the rest of them and stay up until 2 a.m. enjoying the sugar high. As it is, I probably won't be able to fall asleep for another hour or so.


I'm half-ish packed, half way through a roll of film, none of my furniture is back where it's supposed to be, and--if we would've cooked the bacon tonight--I'd be 3/4 through the package singlehandedly by this moment.

Goodnight, y'all.