I wish I knew why I go to tailgates because it's only so entertaining sober. Then again I think I just wasn't cool with the little space we had today. Claustrophobic. Not the business. & I think I just end up worrying about all the people that drink too much, and get sick of talking to drunk people. That means you guys, random strangers in the elevator asking me all about my coffee. Seriously? It's 2AM, I'm trying to stay away and GSD so I can go to church & BSR & Fam stuff & Chapter on Sunday. Mmk? You too, friends of my suite-mate who kept talking about drugs, especially you-know-who. Cool, you came back to celebrate her birthday. Please don't stay here. OMG, I hear her voice from my room again. Ugh, get a life.

I told myself I wouldn't drink coffee unless I really need it, and here I am, second night in a row with a coffee. If I keep working at this pace, I'll need a super strong one on Saturday night, as well as Sunday morning. Why am I even making a big deal out of a 10-page paper? I really shouldn't. Complaining and procrastinating isn't going to make the requirement be shorter, or help the paper write itself.