self torture.

I've given up drinking tea and coffee for 1.5 weeks in order to bleach my teeth. Like, what? Who knows.

After my French exam on Wednesday I had a mental breaking point-- that being, my brain thought it was Friday. C'est tout, the end, fini. I put in so many hours that my brain has stopped functioning.

Last night I had a dream about Little R. It was all fine and normal, we were at a horse show and he was on stall rest. I was doin' my thing when I suddenly see him running loose. Of course no one else can catch him. He runs up to me. We walk back to his stall, meanwhile I have a conversation with him about how it's bad for him to run on his hurt leg... and then he started talking to me. It was quite interesting. He didn't have any big complaints-- just that he felt as though I was not giving him adequate attention.

AVH is apparently coming North in approximately 8 or 9 or 10 days. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to believe him, especially since I haven't spoken with him in 3 or 4 or 5 days (they all seem to blend together).

Also, who ordered all of this snow? It is making it very difficult for me to ride my bike to campus. I'll have to put in a kind request for some sunshine and warm temperatures.