Nov 08, 2009 15:53
a deep tissue massage can be a terrible thing. I should have known better, i suppose, than to get a massage after having a few beers. even though i waited hours, at some point enough toxins were released to make me pass out, and when i woke up i was confused and effectively wasted. i tried to go to work the next day and almost passed out. my back feels like i got badly sunburned. everyone at work looked at me like i was crazy, and asked me how much water i had been drinking, before and after. well, none. i didn't know?
i woke up this morning and wrote 5 pages of personal experience related to concepts learned in the last chapter o my social psychology book. i still have 3 more to write. let me tell you, it may seem like a lot of work to have to write 6 to 8 pages a week for this class, but its all very interesting. what other class could i write about PBR for one page, then turn around and write about the social complications involved with setting up a show with Bitch (of bitch and animal)? pretty awesome. i wrote a page analyzing the fashion choices of my friend group! skinny jeans!
i still have sharpie on my neck, rubbed off from the sharpie still on my knuckles.
i am already waiting for the weekend again.