I... I dunno, I just ran out of English. I had to do a final in Text Analysis very early today, so I was powerloading on German so that I would be able to write the essay well in the time allowed. So, I came out of it tired and befuddled by German poetry. (I think I did well, tho, so I think it was worth scaring you. However, I now cannot correctly spell Sonett in *any* language. Sonnett? Sonnet? GERMAN!)

Translation: "I just took my Text Analysis final, and while there were indeed moments that were just sucky, I clearly demonstrated, that yes!, I do know things about poetry, and the measurements thereof! I can tell you something about the structure of the (technical term for moments in literature that talk about a time in the past, relative to the present narrative. I actually have no idea what the word is in English) in this excerpt, and I'm doing it now! Aren't you guys satisfied? Silence! I have had enough of your stupidity.

Oh my god, I can't speak English today. I'm so tired today, I have just not slept enough, my alarm clock was set for 5 am and I woke up before it. I'm sorry, everyone, but I just have to sleep. Maybe more about this later but not until this evening at the earliest."

Of course, if you still can't read this, you have indeed had a stroke. I suggest you go looking for an amorphous black alien to strap to your ass, because I clearly missed the "Golden Hour" and your brain is now mush. Creepy alien healing powers are your only hope for salvation. The bonding is a bitch, but you get an instant excuse to eat as much chocolate as you want. Or brains.

(Crap, my brain is still in German mode. I keep writing 'ist' and spelling America with a k. Which I've only recently discovered was meant in some English texts to be insulting- honestly, it just makes more sense to me.)