(what's the matter with the meal?)

Oh my eyes are burning and I'm making an outline which portends a ridiculously long introduction and we have to sign a lease for a house most of us have never seen by Thursday, a lease signed from across the sea, and I'm supposed to be a good student and tabulate my credits to figure out if I can graduate but instead I'm just assuming I will because I can't deal with that kind of specificity right now, and-- Well, at least I'm listening to Muddy Waters.

Baby please don't you worry, this is all in my plan.