Omg, FUCK THIS LAST ESSAY, MAN. I rilly, rilly want to have it done before Monday night so that before class on Tuesday, I can go to the crybaby matinee at my work instead of staying home and working on it all morning. We keep the lights up a little in the crybaby and this week it's Star Trek, so I was going to bring some knitting and start making Scotty's hat. I'm not even half done yet. This prompt is STUPID.