Happy fucking 4-20. The UR Libertarians are going to be selling brownies in 2 hours, and I really hope they are not "magic" brownies. I consider myself lucky I found a writer to go to the event, but even so, finding space for it will be practically impossible.

Do I have time for a nap? The evidence is that I need one, since I nodded off in class an hour ago. But I have a ton of work. Well, I guess I'll take a short one - an hour and a half or so - and try to get a short story critique done after it and before group therapy at 4:50. That should be doable, and it's better than nothing, and if I'm going to make it through a somewhat boring session all the way to a busy night, I'm going to need some sleep, I'm afraid.