I Still Left the Lights On

Tralala, another day, another blog. I insist upon writing in here, even on days like today when there's not much to write about.

So I knocked back some Tylenol PM last night, right? Yeah, that stuff didn't word at all. I took it and didn't fall asleep for an hour and a half (3am) and then I still woke up at nine-thirty (which, granted, is later than I usually wake up) and I felt like I had a hangover. It sucked. And I felt groggy until about 1:30 or so, maybe halfway through our visit to mags.

Yes, that's right, everything around here is so boring, Lyla and I went back to mags for the day. Not even, for maybe like an hour or so. Dr. Wilson is aparently going to have a baby, which excited Lyla far more than it did me, seeing as I still think the good doctor is a little crazy. However, he's stoked, so that's good. Whatever makes people happy. Also saw Mrs. Neville, not for long enough, but that was nice because she's like the best teacher ever. And no, I did not say hello to the almighty D.Vis (I did wave in her window) but I figured she probably hates me, we slacked off a lot in our little corner of the room, so I felt it wiser to just wander away. Oh, and we saw Chahda, who just rolled her eyes when she saw both Lyla and I together. Poor woman.

Anyway, Mags wasn't so bad, but I'm glad it's effing over. Collegecollegecollege. Only three days away. Really right now I ought to be packing, but I got sort of tired of it. I was working up a sweat- which I'm sure has something to do with the fact that my bedroom tends to a) retain heat and b) is lit by the hottest bloody lamp ever ($20 from Target) and I just replaced two of its lightbulbs, so it seems like daytime in here. (I know no one cares, I tend to ramble)

God I'm so flippin' tired and I can't sleep. Today I literally felt like I was going to pass out, and I lie (or layed or lied or whatever) down to sleep and I could completely not fall asleep. My mind wanders too much.

Carlos Mencia is extremely offensive, but that's alright. Futurama is on.

I also can't eat. I had half a salad today for dinner. Who the hell only eats half a fucking salad?

I should go back to packing.