Tried to talk to God today, seemed he wasn't home and I ended up just leaving another message.

I hover about 5 feet from my desk in a fluffy pink bed with a down comforter and tons of pillows, yet the teacher notices nothing and goes on about Aristotle and his thoughts on literature. 2pm is the time when my brain likes to shut down and take a fiver, not think about ancient writers, or how I should phrase the next question or where I should go eat lunch or when I should have read this or that.

I definitely did NOT eat milk today. If I ever find out exactly what it was that guy was having for breakfast, I may never get any sleep, having nightmares of coagulated milk chunks on a plate. *-.Shiver.-*