I don't want to die anymore. I want to eat. Pizza. And I will. I've nearly gotten the assignment done. I just have to make a report which I'll just wizard up and then I can clean up a coupla things and submit. I actually feel pretty good. Meanwhile, my glasses broke last night. A screw fell out of the little doodads that rest on the bridge of my nose. It was a tiny screw and I can't find it. So I'll have to take the glasses and the doodad into town tomorrow, I think. Yeah.