cimorene

okay. well, i was not going to bed at 11 or 12 because i KNEW that if i did i'd be up early. (she said at 7 am.) er. but see. i was reading villette by bronte. bad move. and my roommate was in the comfy chair, so i couldn't write as i needed to. there was NOTHING TO DO.

so went to bed at midnight and woke up again at one, and thought it was one in the afternoon today and i'd missed my ride to the airport. jumped out of bed and got halfway to the door before i looked at the crack under the window and saw it was still dark. *shakes head* this medicine is SCREWY. totally fucked. how can i sleep one hour and feel rested? or for tht matter, five hours, and feel rested? in the past i've been known to sleep like 17 hours in a row!

everyone else who goes for spring break says goodbye. well, since i'm going to have my computer again tonight, and all next week (albeit with the evil dial-up at home), i'm not anticipating any particular bereavement. so, yes.

spring break. packing. medicine. airplanes and part 10 of wax's "void," about which i'm far too excited, given it's only 12 pages. but i do love airplanes. (defense mechanism?)

hm. well, that's enough rambling for now, i suppose.