final daze

Finals are a fun time, aren't they? I've been so incredibly sleep deprived that it's a wonder my organs are still functioning. In my quest to stay up at all hours of the night doing work, or attempting to...I've consumed mass quantities of caffeine. In the midst of all this drinking I seem to have swallowed the filter on my mouth. Sure, it's always been small and the holes in the sive extremely large, but without it, I am a real piece of work. Thursday I used the phrase "sucking on the teet of annoyance" in a sentence. ..in broad daylight. I should be locked up, or at least have a muzzle. I'm actually a little afraid of what I might say next, seeing as how it's really not up to me.

Yesterday I got out of the shower and could not find my hairbrush. The first thing I did was sing the Hairbrush song from Veggietales...naturally. Then I started to feel a rising panic in the pit of my stomach headed north toward my chest. Who displaced this extremely necessary accessory?! It certainly wasn't me, I'm as fit as a fiddle. So I decided to think back to the day before's shower routine and try and map out where I might have placed it...or more importantly, if I could remember someone scaling the side of the building to the second floor in the middle of the night and stealing it. The latter of course being much more viable since I am so on top of my life lately. duh. I looked for any clues that might point to an intruder, and i realized that my room was in complete disarray! OMG someone DID break in! This place is a mess! Clothes are scattered, books everywhere, valuables overturned! It took me a second to connect the fact that I in fact just tore apart the place in the past 4 minutes during my panic. So no intruder. I started calling up memories of showers past, but couldn't place the days in the correct order, so I moved on to the next obvious step: yelling profanities. I really can't remember the last time I snapped the way I snapped yesterday after my missing hairbrush. Just ask my roommates, I think they were 2 seconds away from grabbing a straightjacket. (yes, grabbing...who doesn't have a spare straightjacket lying around?!) After 45 minutes of screaming and tearing my room in a million pieces all the while in a towel, I found the damn thing on a dresser. Weirdest place ever, I know. Instant relief. I calmly sat down in the living room and brushed out my hair like the whole thing never happened. I went about my business yesterday, chugging caffeinated beverages along the way, and went to bed later than anticipated as always. This morning I had a terrible discovery, though--someone must have broken into my room my last night....