Let the wrong begin

It is cold at school today. I'm in a piss poor mood and I managed to forget my cell phone at home so I can't find out if anyone wants to meet me for lunch. I may wander over there anyhow. Or maybe I won't. I'm not sure I'm fit to be near people and not scream at them. My stomach is one giant pit of acid so I suppose I should find something that resembles food and put it in but not really in a self-productive, feeding myself mood. Can't seem to shake my bad mood. Got pissed off last night about a myriad of things. Had horrible bad dreams after finally crashing. Maybe I'll nap in my car some more. Car naps are often quite nice. I really want some hard cider but cops frown on you drinking such things on campus out in the open. Too bad killing people is illegal.

Started my first batch of my Harmony Dr sourdough this morning with the different kneading technique used. I think I'm fond of both. Almost strangled Quinn when I got up to check on my bread and found her sitting on it. Grrrr. The bread was fine (it had been covered) except a huge foot print in it which left me less then pleased. I'll bake it when I get home. I like sourdough and it's never ending rising period. The dough was wet and quite lovely. I need some different flours to continue my experiments.

Damnit I really need my cell phone. Shit i wonder if I have enough time to wander home and fetch it before class?