Who's Ever Going To Read This Anyway

My room still smells like flat coke. It’s kinda gross. I’m fairly certain that someone must have poured it into the air ducts or something. It doesn’t matter. I’m more worried about my brain (and why my computer has glitter all over keyboard, did it come that way?)
This damn logic course has me thinking in different number systems. I randomly think of things in base 12, or hexadecimal, or binary. I can figure a 6 digit number from hex to binary to octal in like 15 seconds. It’s getting pretty crazy, like to the point where I can’t even focus on anything for more than a few minutes before I start thinking about equations, set theory, or stupid puns/jokes regarding 2’s compliment in binary. Don’t even ask me about the cartoon I drew. I mean the highlight of my day was a joke about why the number two and three couldn’t see the number eight’s new best friend the square root of -1. HA!

I need to find more sleep. That’ll solve it. Right? I’m looking forward to this weekend. Maybe I’ll get some rest. Gotta Go it’s almost 1010. (…yeah…)