How the fuck am I supposed to do homework?
The Maternal One went and made SOS (Biscuits smothered in hamburger-filled cream gravy, for the unfortunates that have never experienced the gastronomic pleasure) and scrambled eggs.
The "Itis" is strong within me now.
Sure, I have a three day weekend to get shit done. But I smell a conspiracy, a tasty, so-damned-tasty conspiracy.