I can't possibly do a resumé du texte and a production écrit on my two-hour break, you say? You have obviously never seen a MoHo on caffiene, sugar, music, and desperation. I can do a FUCK of a lot more than you'd think. And if the hairdressers has finally calmed down a bit (they were jammed) I'll get my hair cut before I head off to class.

*BOUNCE*
I'm not allowed more tea, I don't think. At least not the kind you put in a mug.