Dirk Strider.

Sometimes you just have to sit down and play around with your robotics kit over a four day haze.

College kid mood is drinking an entire mini carton of milk from the spout post a long day of working on pre-lab materials.

He;’s baby.

Mr. Mittens decided to curl up and park his fluffy self right on my pillow so... I guess he wins this round.

Also, I need to buy new jeans. Mine are getting obnoxiously short in the ankle department on me.

I wish I was as cool as the guys who skateboard in the middle of campus in that weird concrete dipped bowl area where they used to have a lake but it got drained because college kids, frat parties, and open bodies of water was a bad combination.

“Yoga, Dirk, yoga,” is what Hal says while smirking out of the side of his mouth about the obnoxious Foley sounding cracking mess of my joints and everything, actually.

Well I’m simply going to put myself to bed about it.

My body aches and it’s because I was a heathenous little house slug during the winter break and running around campus destroyed me and my hubris at ‘haha, yeah, I’ll be fine. How long is it anyways? A month? There’s nothing that can go wrong with drastically decreasing my activity level from 100 - 0 overnight. It’ll be fine!’