...brains...

My essay is due in exactly 10 hours and 55 minutes. So far it isn't finished. So far it's not really an essay to speak of. So right now I'm mostly mad at myself for actually believing that I need that "last-minute-stress" to do something.

When I was 16 our yearly festival was an incredibly fun event. The music was great, the food was great and there were so much people in there that I'd never seen before.
It wasn't as funny yesterday. I suppose it's because the whole festival's moved a bit. Or maybe I just wasn't up for it. The wild boar-kabob was still nice, but the moose was nicer.
On the good side I did tell two police officers that I think they do a good job. The first one got really surprised which I thought was kinda funny. "No matter what the media says or others, I at least think you do a good job." Sometimes my niceness amazes myself.

Time to find someone's brain...