Waking up at 8am on a Friday, considering I have no school, is lame. Waking up at 8am on a Friday after 11 hours of sleep isn't. That's right, 11 wonderful hours of rest. I slept at 9pm last night. Who sleeps at 9pm?!? I do, but only when the previous night consists of 4-hours of sleep and lots of stress. Wednesday was stressful; don't let me get into the details. Let's just say that group works are not always fun, and forcing myself to stay up until morning with pop and ice cream is never a wise idea. I try not to drink pop and eat ice cream so much anymore, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Although I am not used to sleeping late anymore, old tricks still work, and this gal who spent most of her high school and freshman nights up until the wee hours of the morning can still pull off an all-nighter or two (if left with no choice, heh, I'm not as young anymore.
But still...
So besides the long list of things I need to do, I don't know what to do. Heh. I don't feel like working on my papers yet, although I probably need to start doing so. Maybe I'll make a smoothie and watch a movie. Yeah, that sounds nice (and not just because they rhyme). And then later today, if I feel like it, I will start on my term papers. You go, self.
With lots of love (and a bit of pity),
~*master procrastinator*~
