Ouch. Brain hurting from work. It's been a while.

I'm attempting to write a proposal for a project I'm not even sure I know anything about. Throw in a 61 page paper I have to read on Neural Networks, a presentation of 10 minutes (with slides) on the aforesaid project I mentioned (which I have to give personally to 2 professors on Monday afternoon) and my financial Hari-Kari and I'm pretty screwed at the moment. My mom arrives Monday Evening. I pray for a quick death.

I think if I got into Heaven I'd be pretty pissed off at the Almighty anyway for a lot of stuff so I'd be demanding to see the "Manager" all the time. Hell it would have to be.

And as for my whole "right" comment, an anagram of Dark is... um... Krad. Or Rad-K (like Special K, only for kids). So, umm, neenah neenah neeeeeeeenah.
...yeah.