This entry is Titled ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I don't know when I became a narcoleptic. It must have been at the start of the semester. Maybe even earlier when I got in the habit of not getting up just because I didn't want to.
This whole semester has been me going home from either a job or class and going, "I'm going to catch up! I'm going to spend the afternoon doing work and studying and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
Same thing last night. I get home from class close to 3pm, fall asleep instantly just after finishing a pitiful meal of hot dog (1) while watching special features for 2001. (Did see one great thing: Arthur C. Clark has a monolith just SITTING in his back yard as if it were a lawn gnome)
I wake up at 11:30pm, just so happens 11:30 which is the exact second I have to leave for UPS. I wake to a storm outside that's threatening complete destruction of the earth and a cell phone chock full of text messages, one of which asks if Patrick can direct one of the shorts for Bellarmine's Festival of said shorts.
Go to work having not studied for my Russian test with the cool kids from Russian who offered a study group, having NOT finished the fifty some odd pages of Russian workbook that are due the next morning and going, "FUCK."
UPS has the tornado alarm shoot off. In four years I've never seen this. The twelve year old in me wants to see the fucker hit the hub because all that twisted metal, all the heavy equipment flying around like plastic army men being thrown in a tantrum, that would look cool.
The plotting, evil side of me wants the thing to hit because it gives me an excuse to not do my 50 workbook pages.
"Did you watch the news this morning? UPS got hit by a tornado?"
"Yeah."
"Well that was my building. The problem is that I brought my workbook in and never saw it again."
"Well as long as you're alright."
But no. No luck. Just hour hold overs and OPS-Bans and slow annoying crap.
So I got home from work thinking, "I'm gonna stay up all night and study and finish my workbook and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
And then woke up without a fucking THING having been done.
And ran to class cuz I was late, the wind throwing me around.
The wind was so violent that apparently Sarah's truck flipped over while she was driving and I was headed to class. She's ok, as per usual.
I take the test and fail it. Of course. But at least he forgot about the workbook.
Score one for me?
This whole semester has been me going home from either a job or class and going, "I'm going to catch up! I'm going to spend the afternoon doing work and studying and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
Same thing last night. I get home from class close to 3pm, fall asleep instantly just after finishing a pitiful meal of hot dog (1) while watching special features for 2001. (Did see one great thing: Arthur C. Clark has a monolith just SITTING in his back yard as if it were a lawn gnome)
I wake up at 11:30pm, just so happens 11:30 which is the exact second I have to leave for UPS. I wake to a storm outside that's threatening complete destruction of the earth and a cell phone chock full of text messages, one of which asks if Patrick can direct one of the shorts for Bellarmine's Festival of said shorts.
Go to work having not studied for my Russian test with the cool kids from Russian who offered a study group, having NOT finished the fifty some odd pages of Russian workbook that are due the next morning and going, "FUCK."
UPS has the tornado alarm shoot off. In four years I've never seen this. The twelve year old in me wants to see the fucker hit the hub because all that twisted metal, all the heavy equipment flying around like plastic army men being thrown in a tantrum, that would look cool.
The plotting, evil side of me wants the thing to hit because it gives me an excuse to not do my 50 workbook pages.
"Did you watch the news this morning? UPS got hit by a tornado?"
"Yeah."
"Well that was my building. The problem is that I brought my workbook in and never saw it again."
"Well as long as you're alright."
But no. No luck. Just hour hold overs and OPS-Bans and slow annoying crap.
So I got home from work thinking, "I'm gonna stay up all night and study and finish my workbook and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
And then woke up without a fucking THING having been done.
And ran to class cuz I was late, the wind throwing me around.
The wind was so violent that apparently Sarah's truck flipped over while she was driving and I was headed to class. She's ok, as per usual.
I take the test and fail it. Of course. But at least he forgot about the workbook.
Score one for me?