I'm going home now. Must finish math. Must detour by office or McDowell's portable on the way, so as to deliver finally printed-out Short Story Thing. (It might be a story. Then again, it might not. It is twisted and odd and I am not entirely sure where it came from.) Then home, and math, but explaining to Dad why I'm only calling now when it is 2:50 and I have been doing nothing notably constructive for two hours.
When math is over, will be so unspeakably pleased that will not be able to speak of it (ha ha - look, ma, no language skills WHATSOEVER).
I think part of my brain is MIA.
today's forecast is: dazed