Crabapple pie for supper.

I crunch out reports. Crunch crunch crunch. I time and stagger the crunching out of reports. It is a beautiful night outside, and all I want to do with it is sleep. Argh!

Really, I should still be at the office, but fuck it. I want really want sleep.

Also, why the hell is *Harry Freaking Potter* the curiculum for English at the University of Saskatchewan? The Hell?