Irony is my favorite kind of humor, it makes me laugh in a sort of pathetic, paltry way. I was reading the material for last week "Sleep We Have Lost" and fell asleep on the floor while using the massive printed out copy as a pillow. When I awoke around 3-4 I wiped the drool off my face, and the copy and drug my limp body into the lofted dorm bed. The next morning all I could do was chuckle at my self as I moved my head slowly due to the large crick in my neck. Groggy mornings lead to late night studying, while my late nights full of studying lead to my groggy mornings. It's a vicious cycle that only weekends, and time management can cure. Both of which are low on stock.