I think I have gotten .048265 hours of sleep in the past 3 days. Let's recap, shall we? Saturday night: up all night puking. No need for elaboration. Sunday night: I can't sleep b/c I've got this English quiz and a History test on Monday, so finally at 2 a.m. I resign myself to cracking open the books and studying some more. When I finally do fall asleep, some dorko calls the room and then hangs up. Calls again 20 minutes later, hangs up. Lather, Rinse, Repeat. 2 more times. I finally unplug the phone. Last night: Audrey get sick. Got this heinous flu-type bug, and is running a 372.09 degree fever, and feels miserable. On top of that, the people in the room above us decide that 12:30 a.m. is a good time to rearrange their furniture. WTF!!!!!! Then Audrey's alarm randomly goes off at 6:30. I have nothing else to say.

"Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy."