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I kind of want to go to the Grind. Of coure, I know I'm tired enough I likely wouldn't be safe driving back... or there, very possibly. And I need to finish my classical Chinese homework. Which sounds like about as much fun as sticking pins in my eyes (I can dance tired just fine, but translating tired is kind of miserable). Oh well. Maybe Mencius will irritate me so very much I'll get a burst of energy.