I don't really remember my alarm going off. I remember stumbling into the kitchen thinking it was my normal wake-up time. I watched the Rob Ford videos on Gawker to calm my nerves before my exam today.
Then I realized it was 4:30 am. I think I fell into a time hole or whatever and have amnesia. Or really nervous and my body was all "TIME TO WAKE UP! I'M PRETENDING TO PLAY THE CLASH TO GET YOU UP! 'LONDON CALLING BUT DON'T LOOK TO US...'"
Maybe my clock broke...oh, well, time to cram I suppose.
I worked my obsession, True Detective, into my senior whatever the fuck paper. I am a boss. My advisor person will love it, because homie is obsessed with this crime shit. As am I. Pretty fucking proud.
So, yeah. Obligatory "Alright, Alright, Alright..."