Tempus Fugit

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man.
It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity.
It is the middle ground between light and shadow,
between science and superstition,
and it lies between the pit of man's fears
and the summit of his knowledge.
This is the dimension of imagination.
It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

See, the government tried this little weird experiment concerning the "de-sandwichification" of working days during the holiday season. See, it's cool, but when you get those bloody academian idiots involved again, trust me when I say that things start to get real.... Serling-esque...

Why the heck do they have to make me go for Monday classes on a Tuesday? How weirder could it get, man? It's as if the idiocy of these bloody academian administration people became so dense that the very fabric of the time-space continuum has started to warp into all sorts of kooky formations in some sort of mad quantum physics variety show. It would be fun if I get to see my past life medieval lesbian princess self, but nooooooooooooooo I had to get stuck in "the Now" with an evil case of the fits. Adding to that, the guy who drove my morning ride was such a useless troglodyte that he had to use his "shortcut" at a time when it's clogged with old clunky buses, effectively tripling my travel time. And when I get to class, everybody's in this "intense" (*shrug*) discussion on the kind of people to save from a plane crash. Like I'd care. Personally, I'd rather take all the parachutes with me and leave those suckas for themselves.... alright, maybe I'll save Alicia Keys... but she's no Lisa Loeb, so yeah, I'll leave her behind.

I do hope I don't run out of mojo up course card day. Course card day is such a drag.