Nothing of Consequence

I'm hungry. And I have nothing to eat. And my car's about out of gas, so even if I thought there was someplace that was open to go get food, I couldn't. Because I can never seem to find a damn gas station open after midnight, let alone at...3:24 in the morning.

As a random sidenote...I feel very retro. I've been rocking stirrup pants and a high ponytail for three days now. What? I haven't left the dorm and there is as of yet no roommate to see me in all my slattern glory.

Slattern is an awesome word. As is slovenly, which was my next choice.