So I continued my streak of late-night antics last night/this morning. Instead of playing endless hours of Word Challenge, I played endless hours of mafia. Not only that, but I treated this year's freshmen with a dose of snaps and Robin's 9 card game.

Robin's game is really good, actually. It had me for a while, but the second he did it yesterday, I figured it out. It was made much more enjoyable when the freshmen could NOT figure ANYTHING out. Especially snaps. Ohhhh man, were they stubborn.

We played mafia until a quarter before 6AM. You'd think that it would be time for me to sleep, right?

Well, yeah. Right. I went back to my room and headed straight to bed. However, upon laying in my bed, I realized something was amiss: I had no fu----' sheets. My laundry was still down in the basement.

Needless to say, I was too lazy to get it. So I went down, dried the load with my bedsheets and left the rest of my clothes in the dryer.

Then I rested my poor, heavy soul.

And woke up at 6:30PM today.

If it weren't for my two upcoming tests, this would have been one of the best weekends ever.

Instead, this has become one of those weekends that I ask myself many weeks later: What the fuck was I thinking?