Deep descriptive things

I am studying for Stat, but really I am just glaring furiously at my Stat textbook so that Dheepa will think I am studying, and my mind is wandering freely. I am feeling unsettled. I am shaking my leg in nervousness and its mass is swinging back and forth fantastically. The table also seems to be shaking a little and my monitor is nodding in response. My scalp hurts because I fell asleep on a couch in some musty basement with my hair slung over my face, and after 5 hours of being in this position, The Hair objects to my attempts at putting it in order again. I am checking my email every minute and gurgling with happiness every time I get a new message (usually penis spam). I am thinking about a variety of things, most of which relate to myself, and my thoughts are consistently interrupted by the bursts of panic I feel as I watch the clock on my computer sally forth. I am also gnawing on my fingers. Not the nails, just the fingers. They don't taste like anything because I am not actually eating them. I found a dollar in my calculator and a rolled up, unfamiliar sock in my purse. I'm looking at the walls of my room and realize that none of the decorations belong to me; they are random artifacts with the calculated purpose of lending me the appearance of novelty and culture. The things that should be on my walls are in my mind instead.