I Know Damn Well What Time It Is...

But I can't sleep. Had one stupid cafe Americano at St. Elmo's tonight while I was working on some homework, and now I'm wide awake. How about that...

So, earlier tonight I made a phat phat spreadsheet to run my reactive power auction next Friday. It looks a little something like this...

I need someone who knows how to code in VBA to help me write a few macros tomorrow (today actually... Sunday). I'm willing to buy you a pizza if you can do what I need. Not kidding. Pizza. Macro. Let's make a deal. Tyler... I just thought of her. I bet she knows VBA. I'll have to get up with her tomorrow... Or Andy.... Am I forgetting any computer nerds we know?

Talked to my dad today about Christmas gifts. He tried to get me the ties I wanted apparently, and Brooks Bros is all out already. And they told him they didn't know why he was asking for those ties because they are "summer ties." Well biznitches, they were in your f-ing November catalog! I'm no meteorologist, but unless you're in Australia, I don't think November is anywhere near summer. Anyway, the point is that my poor dad went all around trying to get me a tie that doesn't exist.

OK, I should try to go to sleep. But just remember...

Anywhere you go, I am gonna find you.
Every time you flow, I'll be right behind you,
Just to let you know and constantly remind you,
You can never be as dope as I am, god damn.

That's what I'll be rapping in my head, as I drift off...