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This hayfever is kickin' my arse and it's not even funny... my nose is all red now and I'm still sneezing away. I even took Claritin... I want my money back and my mommy.
I guess I'll just have to find something industrial strength or else I'll have to rip my nose off and store it someplace until winter comes and the pollen count goes down.
So finals are nearly over and I have just one more remaining on Wednesday... after the early week hell, my brain has decided not to kickstart itself again and has insisted on staying in 'bum' mode. As much as I like bumming around and not doing anything and letting my brain rot, I need to study! Help me! Internet access certainly does not help much... but alas, this is my only conduit to the outside world. After all, I don't have a radio or a TV in my apartment ... I will next year though. I decided against getting a television a little while ago since finals were approaching and procrastination would be even easier with a TV around. I already check my fridge way to often even though I know I'm not hungry or check my e-mail even though I know noone has written. I also get into these weird cleaning moods where I have to Swiffer the entire apartment or clean the stovetop or the bathroom. *shrug* I guess you should invite me to your apartment around finals time because I'll end up cleaning the place for you.
So I went out with my friends on Thursday night for some beers at John Street Bar and Grill. They have this all-you-can-drink beer deal for $10 bucks on Thursday nights between 5-8PM. It's not a hip or happening place, but you can't beat that deal... it's a good place to just relax, hang out with some friends, chit-chat and have a few beers... okay, maybe more than a few.
Photo from John Street Bar and Grill
After that, we proceeded to Arnold's place to watch the final episode of Friends and play a friendly round of poker (tournament-style). I thought it was pretty predictable that Rachel wouldn't leave for Paris. I really haven't watched Friends much the past couple of years, but the quality of the writing has gone downhill... I watched a couple of the last few episodes and they were almost painful to watch. There's nothing worse than forced comedy.
After Friends and poker, they still wanted to go out. I should've just listened to my body and headed home to sleep, but I didn't. I'll know next time. Oh yeah... I yakked that night too... I'm so embarassed.
I didn't even drink that much Thursday night, either. I think it was due to the lack of sleep and extreme fatigue. I just remember feeling absolutely exhausted and having these uncontrollable yawning attacks.
Oh yeah, I had this dream the other night that I won the lottery. It seemed so realistic... I even dreamt about wondering if it was only a dream that I had won the lottery. I ended up convincing myself in the dream that it was real (stupid brain playing tricks on me). It was so vivid. I pulled the lottery ticket out of my wallet and started comparing the numbers on the paper and double checked it twice and everything. I also remember walking down the street towards my apartment and being so damn happy that I couldn't wait to share the wealth and go for a big night with my friends on the town... then I woke up. I was so mad!!!
I was just upset that in my dream I had convinced myself that it wasn't a dream and that it was really happening... doh!