[081] almost
It is almost two in the morning and I am sad to say that I haven't fallen asleep. Grace and I started watching Lost in Translation, a movie that I told her was "a good movie to fall asleep to," and it is, but I was unable to actually fall asleep while watching/half listening to it. I'm not sure why it is.
I have been hit by an avalanche of work. I have that enormous paper due this Tuesday, not to mention the various assignments that were due today (as in Friday) but that I just neglected by not going to class. On top of everything, which some may conclude not to be much, I have (suddenly) fallen ill.
It's some strange sort of cold. I woke up and was just SICK on Thursday morning, but I still managed to go to class that day, although by the evening I felt horrible. I felt somewhat better during the day, but now I feel pretty darn bad.
Aside from that, I had a pretty good day. I woke up at around 9-930, and from then until maybe 1030 I chilled out for a bit to eat and drink and have some medicine. And then I went back to sleep until around 2, after which I lay in bed reading Survival in Auschwitz (which I have to finish by Monday; I'm almost done), and then I heard a knock on the door that was April inviting me to see The Office.
Then, we went to a Vietnamese place called Tank Noodle with the house. Those who went were Patrick, Heather, and their daughters Lizzie and Catherine, as well as Andy, Dewey (/Erin), his girlfriend Alyssa, Grace, Jeremy, April, Alex, Anna, and me. We took the #55 to the Red Line, which we then took to the Argyle stop. On the bus ride, Andy kept talking about Alcohol, and Dewey insisted on helping this black woman who sat next to me on the bus with her sudoku. At the restaurant, Alyssa ordered her food with her trademark English accent (once, she and Dewey were fighting in the lounge and he sort of brought it up against her. It was a small win in my brain).
The food itself was actually very reminiscent of Pho Tre Bien, although it was strangely flavorless to me. This is perhaps because I'm sick. Or maybe I've been waiting and waiting to go to Pho with Eamon, and eating Vietnamese without him just didn't make sense.
After that we went to a Vietnamese supermarket, and bought some goodies. I didn't have any cash, so April bought me some almond-covered chocolate pocky (read: HEAVEN on EARTH), and then we decided to go to Belmont. When we got to the Belmont stop, though, Anna decided not to go, which meant that April and Jeremy weren't going to go, and so I got off but noticed that Grace wasn't going, so I got back in. Belmont with Alex, although I've never been before, didn't seem good to me. It would be awkward.
Anyway, it was a long pleasant ride back home. The rides there, as well as dinner, were pretty pleasant also: it's always nice to talk to Anna & April, and I even conversed a bit with Jeremy about this and that. It felt good. People. Hmmm....
Grace & I got home and watched Brick, then Lost in Translation. And now we're both having some much needed alone time with our laptops. Although it might just be time for me to go to sleep.
Praise the Life You're Living, Praise God
I have been hit by an avalanche of work. I have that enormous paper due this Tuesday, not to mention the various assignments that were due today (as in Friday) but that I just neglected by not going to class. On top of everything, which some may conclude not to be much, I have (suddenly) fallen ill.
It's some strange sort of cold. I woke up and was just SICK on Thursday morning, but I still managed to go to class that day, although by the evening I felt horrible. I felt somewhat better during the day, but now I feel pretty darn bad.
Aside from that, I had a pretty good day. I woke up at around 9-930, and from then until maybe 1030 I chilled out for a bit to eat and drink and have some medicine. And then I went back to sleep until around 2, after which I lay in bed reading Survival in Auschwitz (which I have to finish by Monday; I'm almost done), and then I heard a knock on the door that was April inviting me to see The Office.
Then, we went to a Vietnamese place called Tank Noodle with the house. Those who went were Patrick, Heather, and their daughters Lizzie and Catherine, as well as Andy, Dewey (/Erin), his girlfriend Alyssa, Grace, Jeremy, April, Alex, Anna, and me. We took the #55 to the Red Line, which we then took to the Argyle stop. On the bus ride, Andy kept talking about Alcohol, and Dewey insisted on helping this black woman who sat next to me on the bus with her sudoku. At the restaurant, Alyssa ordered her food with her trademark English accent (once, she and Dewey were fighting in the lounge and he sort of brought it up against her. It was a small win in my brain).
The food itself was actually very reminiscent of Pho Tre Bien, although it was strangely flavorless to me. This is perhaps because I'm sick. Or maybe I've been waiting and waiting to go to Pho with Eamon, and eating Vietnamese without him just didn't make sense.
After that we went to a Vietnamese supermarket, and bought some goodies. I didn't have any cash, so April bought me some almond-covered chocolate pocky (read: HEAVEN on EARTH), and then we decided to go to Belmont. When we got to the Belmont stop, though, Anna decided not to go, which meant that April and Jeremy weren't going to go, and so I got off but noticed that Grace wasn't going, so I got back in. Belmont with Alex, although I've never been before, didn't seem good to me. It would be awkward.
Anyway, it was a long pleasant ride back home. The rides there, as well as dinner, were pretty pleasant also: it's always nice to talk to Anna & April, and I even conversed a bit with Jeremy about this and that. It felt good. People. Hmmm....
Grace & I got home and watched Brick, then Lost in Translation. And now we're both having some much needed alone time with our laptops. Although it might just be time for me to go to sleep.
Praise the Life You're Living, Praise God