-olmec, are you ready? -let's ROCK.
all day today, I felt surprisingly (this is where translations aren't quite perfect and I'd rather use the French étonnant) well for going on 3.5 hours of sleep. I didn't even get sleepy through class, and I have no idea how much of that was due to the midday tea (speaking of which, my mint digestives have arrived! <33333333333333). So then I came home after four classes (ling 8b is going to be slap-myself-on-the-forehead-at-the-stupids class, but it's okay because it'll be "relaxing," as Lotus put it) and partook of a bit of the Firefly marathon on SciFi before taking a nap. It lasted 40 minutes longer than I wanted it to (total 2 hours), leaving me that many fewer to do GRE crammin'. Still, I feel I've reviewed a lot of stuff.
After the nap, I awoke to a quickly-sinking feeling of sickitude. I'm sure the stifling heat in my room didn't help at all... but I definitely know that when I get up in six hours I'll be under the weather. I'm glad we're not rowing Friday or Saturday this week... I'll need some time to sleep in and recover.
Speaking of Saturday, Z and I made plans. After the night of his birthday, he'll take an early commuter rail over to come to services here. Then we'll do something for lunch and... are there afternoon services? There's Tashlich. I remember fondly the impromptu service that meandthemajor and I conducted last year. Then we'll probably go out to dinner, either with our aunt or with septicidal for her impending birthday at midnight.
So I crammed on the couch for a few hours, and instead of taking a study break with the TV, I found Nickelodeon GaS (Games and Sports) on our TV and got to watch the end of GUTS and a whole episode of Legends of the Hidden Temple.
That's right, Legends of the Hidden Freakin' Temple. That was my favorite kids' sports show EVER as a kid. The voice that I'm quickly losing with the sickitude cracked instead of squeaking with glee.
And now I'm going to bed.
After the nap, I awoke to a quickly-sinking feeling of sickitude. I'm sure the stifling heat in my room didn't help at all... but I definitely know that when I get up in six hours I'll be under the weather. I'm glad we're not rowing Friday or Saturday this week... I'll need some time to sleep in and recover.
Speaking of Saturday, Z and I made plans. After the night of his birthday, he'll take an early commuter rail over to come to services here. Then we'll do something for lunch and... are there afternoon services? There's Tashlich. I remember fondly the impromptu service that meandthemajor and I conducted last year. Then we'll probably go out to dinner, either with our aunt or with septicidal for her impending birthday at midnight.
So I crammed on the couch for a few hours, and instead of taking a study break with the TV, I found Nickelodeon GaS (Games and Sports) on our TV and got to watch the end of GUTS and a whole episode of Legends of the Hidden Temple.
That's right, Legends of the Hidden Freakin' Temple. That was my favorite kids' sports show EVER as a kid. The voice that I'm quickly losing with the sickitude cracked instead of squeaking with glee.
And now I'm going to bed.