Time-Travel Night

So, Saturday night wasn't that bad at all, really. All the sober people ran around and did silly things, like sitting in every other floor's lounge and freaking the other people out. And, in someone's case.. leaving bizarre post-its in random places. You can imagine today, as I'm going up the elevator, my elation at some random person looking rather concerned, looking down at his shoe, and then announcing "Oh no! I've got a noodle in my shoe!" The even greater thing being no one else in the elevator had noticed the tiny post-it in the corner of the elevator, so to them it seemed entirely random. Twas very hard not to laugh hysterically, though. Ah, post-its are lovely things.

But today is for French homework.. and re-reading Aristotle. I need some sort of motivation, though. Drat.