I'm supposed to be studying. I even have a hot, sweet, comforting cup of tea nearby to give me strength. However, I made the mistake of choosing a Star Wars mug, and as I stare at the faces of the characters, my textbook metaphorically screaming at me in the background, the thought(s) attack my mind and refuse to leave:
Did Kylo Ren throw temper tantrums over chemistry homework?
And what sort of chemistry did they teach a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away??
The answers are yes, and I'm not certain. And yet the questions still scamper about the ol' cranium, wreaking havoc on intellectual productivity.
And thus dies my sanity. Again.