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So Jess and Mom came up last night to see Ted Kooser and afterwards we had dinner and hung out for a while. We had a good time. ^_^
Then today I overslept to put up flyers for the book club, which I feel bad about, but at the same time, I have been so tired this week that it is hard to feel bad about it (something to do, no doubt, with the two all nighters I started the week out with). So after putting up the flyers and coming back to my room, I did various things and then decided to read 'the Miller's Tale' while curled in my bed underneath a blanket. I did in fact read the whole tale, and then I decided to take a nap...bad plan. Two and a half hours later I woke up at 4:30, feeling like utter shite.
Dragging myself out of bed took the help of a pitchfork and tow truck. Once safely ensconed at the desk, I found myself dozing off. So with a brilliant idea, I decided to update this journal hoping that the taping of the keys would keep me awake. But even after I started my entry I noticed myself resting my head on the desk, and somehow it appears that I managed to drag my blanket to the computer...I smell a conspiracy.
After rubbing the keyboard lines out of my forehead and erasing all the random gibberish which made this entry at least the length of one friend page, I am finally resorting to the use of trusty paperclips, to act as an anchor holding open my treacherous eyelids.
Now I say good bye and wave limply at you from the den of Morpheus
Then today I overslept to put up flyers for the book club, which I feel bad about, but at the same time, I have been so tired this week that it is hard to feel bad about it (something to do, no doubt, with the two all nighters I started the week out with). So after putting up the flyers and coming back to my room, I did various things and then decided to read 'the Miller's Tale' while curled in my bed underneath a blanket. I did in fact read the whole tale, and then I decided to take a nap...bad plan. Two and a half hours later I woke up at 4:30, feeling like utter shite.
Dragging myself out of bed took the help of a pitchfork and tow truck. Once safely ensconed at the desk, I found myself dozing off. So with a brilliant idea, I decided to update this journal hoping that the taping of the keys would keep me awake. But even after I started my entry I noticed myself resting my head on the desk, and somehow it appears that I managed to drag my blanket to the computer...I smell a conspiracy.
After rubbing the keyboard lines out of my forehead and erasing all the random gibberish which made this entry at least the length of one friend page, I am finally resorting to the use of trusty paperclips, to act as an anchor holding open my treacherous eyelids.
Now I say good bye and wave limply at you from the den of Morpheus
