Oh, how truly
annoying.
Around three in the morning, I woke up, carefully moved the blankets so as not to disturb kanon, tiptoed downstairs, and proceeded to do a good deal of reading in my linguistics textbook.
I made noodles; I sliced up a green pepper; I sat at the kitchen table for hours doing homework.
I'd gotten nearly all my Syntax homework done when it occurred to me that I was doing it in purple. Purple, of course, is unacceptable, and so I put the pages in the freezer to ... to ...
Shit.
At once, I realized I was dreaming, and with that, I awoke, rather peeved that all my "work" had been for nothing.
You can keep the pickles.