this is what happened when we got home (and after we drank some terrible flavored vodka):



then, he-that-shall-not-be-named came over and hung out with mad and i had to stop myself several times from referring to him by his last name, which is what we do when he's not in our apartment.
i didn't go to sleep until 3:30. i woke up at 5:30 to andy's fire-alarm clock radio, which is hysterical (read: irritating) because andy is gone for the weekend. i wondered in my half-sleep if dan was still alive, considering i had been blasted by the sound of the alarm clock from behind the protection of a couple doors, and he was sleeping like a baby right next to it. i accidentally woke mad up at 5:35 when i came back into our room, and forced her to talk to me for fifteen minutes. and then i got up again at 8:30 to come to work. i'm not all that tired right now, but i'm waiting for the giant blanket of exhaustion to fall over me. my plan is to go to sleep super early tonight, not only to prepare myself for my 8 am discussion tomorrow, but also to get ready for the entire week, because it's going to be crazy.
i'm usually really bad with birthday presents, which makes me sad because even if i feel like i totally know a person, i have absolutely no clue what to get them. this means my friends get gag gifts most of the time, things that remind me of them and make me laugh. (this does not necessarily mean they enjoy them. this was evidenced to me when i got weil a "princess mrs. potato head" for his birthday, and he didn't appreciate it at all). however, i know exactly what to get udeitha for her birthday on saturday and that makes me really excited.
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