Meaningless

So I'm hiding out in the Library Food-Courtish area because I'm waiting around for my math midterm but I don't want to show up to hours early. I feel really high-tech because I'm bopping around on the internet while reclining in an unexpectedly comfortable chair. Free, easy access wireless makes the day a little better.

I think there's another old people tour going through campus because a whole group of grey-haired people are passing through en-mass.

I also think that I'm just mildly obsessed with words that use dashes rather than being simple adjective noun sets. I've been overusing the dash key lately.

Nurgh, I have to write my paper. It's due on Friday. I need to stop putting it off. Silly me.

My head hurts.

My medication is out of whack.

My life sucks, but for reasons that are far beyond me I'm not still in bed today.
The bigger a deal everyone else makes out of it the less able I am to escape it.
Even false logic can fail you sometimes.
If something doesn't change soon previous incidents will repeat.
There aren't any motherly, or best-friend people here.
No one to catch me this time.