It was a long long long walk from the Berkeley BART station to my dorm especially with a laptop, a psuedo-suitecase, and my backpack.
Why did they make me suffer?!?!

My scheme program still doesn't work.

I have a headache because the scheme program still doesn't work.

The 68 minute mix doesn't fit on one CD.

The CDR always always always goes boom when it is near completion.

I don't like coasters.

In fact, I hate coasters.

My coaster collection is nearing a size of 20.

The showers are always filthy in the dorms.

The toilets never flush.

I don't have candy.

I am going through a sugar withdrawal.

People keep calling my roommates, but nobody calls me.

My right hand isn't flexible anymore.

The phone is my enemy.

Alston has my cable and he won't give it back.

I have a headache.

My neighbors like to torture me with their subwoofers carefully placed next to my wall.

I have a headache.

Who cares how many days there are between January 1, 1984 and January 1, 1988?!

I have a headache.

I can't sleep.

There is never any vanilla ice cream in the DC when I want some. There's always the ugly chocolate ice cream.

I have a headache.