Which probably doesn't bode well, but whatever. I am delirious from lack of sleep and all I want is cake...and a pony...and to watch The Big Bang Theory. And to sleep. That's kind of important too. But mostly I want cake. I'm blaming Jeff for sending me that picture. I am also blaming my sister for not only getting Justin Bieber's Baby stuck in my head, but for also getting Michael Jackson's Man in the Mirror stuck in my head as well. You try writing a paper with the current prince of pop, and the former, now deceased prince of pop's music stuck in your head like some horrible, twisted Glee mashup. No joke. If I mistakenly wrote out song lyrics instead of something kind of scholarly and intelligible it's her fault...I need to stop talking.