Just another manic.... Tuesday?!
Hello again!
So today I have quite a day ahead of me. I have a quiz to proctor (sounds sick, huh?), then I have a group project to assemble with a group that just won't seem to come together, then maybe I'll make it to the gym, and after that I want to go home and vaccuum (If I have time), shower (if I make it to the gym), and miraculously make it to the airport to pick up my buddy Chris at 8:20. A lot of the latter stuff depends on the block of time I have between finishing the group project and picking up Chris.
I'm ashamed to say I've started buying paper plates to feed my lizards. It's not because I'm too lazy to clean their food dishes, it's more because I'm very concerned about contamination between the remaining uromastyx and the dragons. Basically, I've only got one sink to wash stuff in, and I don't want to risk cooties traveling from Mel's bowl to the dragon bowls. Too bad there aren't disposable water dishes heavy enough to not get knocked over.
On Saturday I got way too drunk. Amazingly, I woke up feeling spectacular sans hangover (I'd imagine the projectile vomiting had something to do with that). It seems that after months of stone soberness, which is really not a big deal since I generally wouldn't consume more than two alcoholic beverages a month, unless you count accidentally swallowing a bit of mouthwash from time to time, I can no longer hold my liquor. So I'll have to go sing karoke dry, but seriously, I probably sound better that way.
Lately I've really been dragging myself to the gym. I've had to make myself go instead of really wanting to go. I don't know what's up with that. I think maybe it's got something to do with my visiting aunt. Hopefully it will go away when she does. Seriously, when you've been working out everyday, and you're suddenly bloated and fat again, you begin to wonder what the point was. Joyously, I will be bloated and fat just in time to try to squeeze into a bathing suitie in Florida next month. Oh Luck, you cruel cruel trickster of a figment.
Um yeah, gtg, with 35 minutes to quiz time I've just been notified that I get to xerox the quiz. Quiz + last minute prep = pray the copying machine doesn't break. With the way the Minnolta treats us it's usually best NOT to leave these things for the last minute.
So today I have quite a day ahead of me. I have a quiz to proctor (sounds sick, huh?), then I have a group project to assemble with a group that just won't seem to come together, then maybe I'll make it to the gym, and after that I want to go home and vaccuum (If I have time), shower (if I make it to the gym), and miraculously make it to the airport to pick up my buddy Chris at 8:20. A lot of the latter stuff depends on the block of time I have between finishing the group project and picking up Chris.
I'm ashamed to say I've started buying paper plates to feed my lizards. It's not because I'm too lazy to clean their food dishes, it's more because I'm very concerned about contamination between the remaining uromastyx and the dragons. Basically, I've only got one sink to wash stuff in, and I don't want to risk cooties traveling from Mel's bowl to the dragon bowls. Too bad there aren't disposable water dishes heavy enough to not get knocked over.
On Saturday I got way too drunk. Amazingly, I woke up feeling spectacular sans hangover (I'd imagine the projectile vomiting had something to do with that). It seems that after months of stone soberness, which is really not a big deal since I generally wouldn't consume more than two alcoholic beverages a month, unless you count accidentally swallowing a bit of mouthwash from time to time, I can no longer hold my liquor. So I'll have to go sing karoke dry, but seriously, I probably sound better that way.
Lately I've really been dragging myself to the gym. I've had to make myself go instead of really wanting to go. I don't know what's up with that. I think maybe it's got something to do with my visiting aunt. Hopefully it will go away when she does. Seriously, when you've been working out everyday, and you're suddenly bloated and fat again, you begin to wonder what the point was. Joyously, I will be bloated and fat just in time to try to squeeze into a bathing suitie in Florida next month. Oh Luck, you cruel cruel trickster of a figment.
Um yeah, gtg, with 35 minutes to quiz time I've just been notified that I get to xerox the quiz. Quiz + last minute prep = pray the copying machine doesn't break. With the way the Minnolta treats us it's usually best NOT to leave these things for the last minute.