La barista is giving me the evil eye... better bust out the crucifix... SHIT. Never prepared.

Hanging out for homework-y purposes at the coffee shop. Soooooo can't concentrate lately. Can't even MAKE myself. Not that I have a lot of will power, anyway, but it's usually better than this. I have a paper draft due tomorrow that I can't really concentrate enough to do, even away from the oh so distracting and cuddly puppy and hubby. CUDDLES! TWEAK!

/me shakes head. I'm never going to grow up, am I? Oh well. Tweaky is at least to a small degree better than depressed. When are those meds supposed to start working again?