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I accidently fell asleep for about six hours... it totally shifted my expectations for what I had planned to do and when, but man- the sleep I just woke up from was the kind of sleep that the living rarely get to indulge in. I was organizing my laundry to start washing, and had just started pulling the sheets off my futon, when BAM suddenly I'm starting to gain awareness and after struggling to wake up for about an hour my day begins again. I knew I was wicked tired, Monday I had two cups of coffee at school and it kept me up all night.
I really need to... lots of stuff. I need to write my menu and lesson plan for tomorrow, pack up my old apt, find a gallery or something I can rent next month, and try to plan a menu for a hundred people, try to go dancing if possible, work on oceans of homework- I think I like being busy but how can I know? All I can do I guess is keep pushing till I doze off again and hope that I wake up before I have to be somewhere...
-no worries
I really need to... lots of stuff. I need to write my menu and lesson plan for tomorrow, pack up my old apt, find a gallery or something I can rent next month, and try to plan a menu for a hundred people, try to go dancing if possible, work on oceans of homework- I think I like being busy but how can I know? All I can do I guess is keep pushing till I doze off again and hope that I wake up before I have to be somewhere...
-no worries