I sat at my desk from 10pm until midnight to work on my Sprite story. I had so much fun writing it last night, that I was too excited and strung up to get to sleep. This is when I remembered to take my muscle relaxant pill i had gotten from the doctor earlier. I passed out and it felt like i was fighting for my life when I woke this morning. UGH! I didn't come out of that fog until 4pm, after a hour nap between classes (Lit Crit and Theory was cancelled).

I made that "witches Brew" punch for the Hall Council meeting, I don't think they appreciated it much. Well, since only half drank it and the other complained that it had grape cool-aid inside that they turned up their noses.

Witches Brew
1 packet grape cool-aid
1 packet orange cool-aid
1 litre of ginger ale
2 cups of sugar

Personally, I thought it was good, and so did the others that actually tried it. Maybe it was the ugly blackish color, but thats the whole point of the drink!

I feel that I have found my calling with the story I wrote last night. I loved it and haven't felt that free for a long time. Maybe Fairy Tales and such for kids or young adults will be what I end up doing.