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Fine. Whatever.
Let's see... first day of classes (for me) was yesterday. Insert trepidation and intimidation here. It was an all around good day, although very tiring as I'm a little night owl who is still working five nights a week (thank-you boss...) and had to be up at 8:30. I go to a three hour class, call Mum on the break after an hour and a half and convince her not to try and cook lunch, AND to make sure she hasn't burnt the house down or wandered into the woods and joined a pack of wolves, end of class bus home, throw food together and then drive back up (don't have enough time to catch another bus) and go to an hour and a half long class. Law class. Which I thought would kill me but is actually interesting enough to keep me awake for that last haul.
Oh... wait... *pause* I think that was the exact point where I just got boring!
Okay, okay. Two weeks until NIN, five nights until my next day off, four nights until I get more than four hours of sleep a night, three and a half hours until I go to work and ten minutes until I do some reading.
Luckily I was able to maintain social butterfly status this week by going out for dinner, going to a houseparty (with sailors! Lots of 'em!) and getting drunk outside a cold beer and wine with two forty year-old panhandlers.
Gotta run. Everything just got eerily quiet downstairs (which is never a good thing).
XOX-L
"Why if only we were all weiner dogs, our problems would be solved!"
Fine. Whatever.
Let's see... first day of classes (for me) was yesterday. Insert trepidation and intimidation here. It was an all around good day, although very tiring as I'm a little night owl who is still working five nights a week (thank-you boss...) and had to be up at 8:30. I go to a three hour class, call Mum on the break after an hour and a half and convince her not to try and cook lunch, AND to make sure she hasn't burnt the house down or wandered into the woods and joined a pack of wolves, end of class bus home, throw food together and then drive back up (don't have enough time to catch another bus) and go to an hour and a half long class. Law class. Which I thought would kill me but is actually interesting enough to keep me awake for that last haul.
Oh... wait... *pause* I think that was the exact point where I just got boring!
Okay, okay. Two weeks until NIN, five nights until my next day off, four nights until I get more than four hours of sleep a night, three and a half hours until I go to work and ten minutes until I do some reading.
Luckily I was able to maintain social butterfly status this week by going out for dinner, going to a houseparty (with sailors! Lots of 'em!) and getting drunk outside a cold beer and wine with two forty year-old panhandlers.
Gotta run. Everything just got eerily quiet downstairs (which is never a good thing).
XOX-L
"Why if only we were all weiner dogs, our problems would be solved!"
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