All I dream about is food

May 20, 2009 01:44

I feel mostly recovered, after napping in the hot sun while Emily studied for an hour this afternoon, then in my cozy bed for three hours before work (my dreams involved the clock saying it was time for work again, and again, and again, then eating, then being late for work, then eating, then crashing my car, then being late for work) all resulted in feeling roughly normal now. I'm about to crash, wake up bright and early, study smartly and go to class.

A girl who takes really, really, really good photos wants me to be in them, and this sounds like fun. I think it's because of my shaved head, but the narcissist in me will take what it can get.

My mother will be taking me to dinner and out shopping on Thursday, in preparation for the lovely June wedding we're all looking forward to. I'm looking forward to seeing my mother. I never forget but sometimes remember how much I love her. Also, dress shopping is one of the few girly pleasures I actually enjoy.

Two papers due next week; exam today went moderately alright? Friday is designated work day, I suppose, but I'm really hoping someone will get some supplies before then. Except that I'm feeling pretty confident of my ability to do work sans aide, so maybe I'll take some good advice and not get myself back into that expensive and bottomless hole of a state. We'll see.

I am sort of really excited for this summer and I'm not sure why. I'm always sort of really excited for summer. I'm sort of really excited for this summer.

This pack of cigarettes is heading into its third day of life. This is a good thing.

Um alright the end.
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