No Cure For Cranky

I've spent most of my waking hours this weekend buried in research for my paper, which I think I might start calling the Economonster. Yes. And it has been as thrilling as you might imagine, but perhaps not as productive as I would have liked.

Because of course I would have liked to somehow have finished everything this weekend.

I did take a few minutes off to make evil saltines when TFL got home from work. (Yes, on a Sunday. Yes, he's looking forward to retirement.) They are rather disgustingly evil, if I do say so myself.

Sadly, even after eating way more of them than I should, I'm still cranky. I've been staring at the computer all the live-long day and I'm behind in my classes and freaking out about Habeas and I don't want to do anything but go play. But instead I'll work on the Economonster for another half an hour or so, get my gym bag ready for the morning, and try to get more than 5 hours of sleep tonight.