We made the moon our mirrorball

Last paper turned in! I had to pull an all-nighter, though. I can feel the "no-sleep crazies" coming on, eating away at the back of my head. All I wanna do is drink banana schnapps until Monday and catch up on all the british sci-fi I've missed over the past two weeks. Or maybe steal a plane. If you see a headline about a terrible exhaustion induced hijacking and subsequent crash (for example, "Fatty with a heart of gold consumed in a fiery hellpit of her own making"), you'll know what happened to me. Also, I'm getting fitted for contacts. Whoop.