Sige las luces hasta la salida.
Today is Sunday. This is the first Sunday in which I acually have to deal with the fact that it is Sunday and its ugly connotations. I wonder what sadistic fuck organized the week such that this particular day should be so mockingly called "sun-day", but I would like to personally kick his ass. I have no problem misplacing my animosity on long-deceased anonymous individuals. As good a place for it as any.
Anyway, I was just thinking about how dropping Spanish (which I could feasibly do) would free up first period. Which means SLEEP. Though I'm really not looking to drop spanish, this idea is extremely tempting. Just try going up to the front of a classroom and speaking spanish for a few minutes straight - first thing in the morning. Compare that to sleeping in the most comfortable bed in the world. Therein lies my dilemma.
Also - Four Tet. Monday, September 19 at the First Unitarian. I am going to this show one way or another. Anyone else interested?
Anyway, I was just thinking about how dropping Spanish (which I could feasibly do) would free up first period. Which means SLEEP. Though I'm really not looking to drop spanish, this idea is extremely tempting. Just try going up to the front of a classroom and speaking spanish for a few minutes straight - first thing in the morning. Compare that to sleeping in the most comfortable bed in the world. Therein lies my dilemma.
Also - Four Tet. Monday, September 19 at the First Unitarian. I am going to this show one way or another. Anyone else interested?