There's a fly in my room. It keeps sneak attacking me. I'm sitting at my computer and it flies at me and runs into me and flies off and hides before I can see it. I have a fly fucking with me. Meanwhile, I'm procrastinating and I don't have enough coffee to last me to the end of this pay cycle. I think I'd hibernate if I didn't have an assignment due in on Monday. Assignment due in. Coffee running out. Got a Casey Jones scenario coming on here, I think. On a side note: I used to know a guy called Casey Jones. He was one of those people I only met while drunk so I can't remember anything about him other than that which was utterly remarkable. In this case it was, his name was Casey Jones. I used to shout at him that his name was Casey Jones and he would nod and tell me he knew. That was the kind of relationship we had. Anyway, enough putting this off. Time to play with clipart.