Okay, it's sort of terrible that the only way I can get myself out of bed and to class is to promise myself that afterwards I can go directly back to bed, but it's sort of awesome that I can.
I would like all my LJ/DW/inside-the-computer/imaginary friends to comment about how you got to know me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. If you'd like, copy this to your journal so others can do the same. (quoted from ysobel, whom I met in the Sonoran desert when she was separated from her coyote-watching tour).