more ovaltine, please

pushing 5 am on a sunday morning. the quiet reminds me that i should be napping by now, but i'm not, obviously.
i've been behaving super nerd-like lately and not going out and studying a lot in lieu of exams and such, but i decided to be social tonight do the bar thing for a bit. i swear i wasn't planning on drinking, but the bartenders were being beyond lovely and hooking it up with what tasted like delicious drunken dimetapp shots. about 6 of those later, i walked my surprisingly sober ass home and got back to reading. or i've tried to anyway, but i'm super wired, super sober, and super distracted. so the point is, now that i've realized i may have one, a cappuccino, redbull, and liquor combo might possibly be the most fab idea ever or totally wretched.
i think the fact that i got into yet another pointless fight with the boyfriend probably isn't helping the sleepless situation. i swear, shit just escalates... it gets to the point where i'm not even slightly mad about what we started talking about in the first place, but i'm beyond pissed that we're still even talking about it. it's like that expression when you beat the horse or something. i don't know. it's a white-person saying of some sort. and i would never beat a horse, obviously. i'm actually on the verge of giving up meat.

anyways, exams are over in 3 days so i'll be able to go back to sleeping and being in a relatively decent mood soon enough.