Warning: Entry Written By A Sleep Deprived Individual. Read At Your Own Risk.

Ok, I'm gonna be a little self-indulgent here. This is an entry borne out of pure exhaustion. I'm thinking it has to do with the helicopter parents.

But they're gone for the time being. So, tonight, I'm trying to relax, and blogging to you about it. While I do that, I'm gonna check my Twitter feed and see what sort of news came out of the world. Meanwhile, I am eating pizza, listening to my Jack Johnson radio station on Pandora, and re-thinking the events of the day.

First off, while at times my job's stressful nature at this time of year make me wonder why the hell I signed up for it, I know that it's alright. Not only do I have awesome co-workers who talk about waging an office war. We get free food!

I mean, who doesn't love coffee cake? Alright, I understand that there are people who just hate certain foods, but still, it coffee cake. Really, it's a baked good that just happens to be delicious with coffee. What's to hate about that?

After leaving work, I read a bit of a book, and then pretty much fell asleep. When I woke up, I had the dire urge to play my Xbox. There's just one problem: It's at my boyfriend's. Yes, I play video games. One can have a 3.60 cumulative GPA and still know how to own noobs in Halo. It's called time management. I think the urge has something to do with having pent up aggression towards certain groups of people. I mean, you can kill things in video games. There's something oddly cathartic about that. But alas, no dice. I mean, I could play my roommate's PS3. Except that his game selection sucks. I mean seriously, all he plays is FIFA 2011. No offense to soccer, but really? C'mon, the roommate's not even European.

So what's a girl to do? She blogs about it, and hopes to be mildly entertaining in the process. Meanwhile, she checks her Facebook, and tries to think of ways to write down what's going through her head. It's not going well.

Seriously, if you can't tell that my mind is not working right tonight people, you are all blind. I just talked in the third-person. That's not mentally sound. I don't even know if I wrote 'third-person' correctly. I mean, look back at what you just read. Is that the correct spelling? Let me know.

While I write this, Game Seven of the Stanley Cup is on TV. While I'm rooting for the Bruins, I'm not watching it, since I actually have control of the TV in my apartment for once in my life. And the TV's off. Yet I want to play video games. I know, it's ironic. Accept it into your heart without question, and no one gets hurt.

I'm sorry tonight's entry is somewhat insane. No, not somewhat. It is insane. I think I need to go to bed early tonight. Or find an Xbox. Or reinstate my World of Warcraft account.

Oh god, has it really come to that?

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Ok, I'm good now.