It makes me feel...yeah...yeah...

I can see Kat's eyes bug out with joy at the title...but the rationale behind this will become apparent in due course...

So this weekend was...interesting...

On Friday night I saw a 12:15am showing of RENT with Rachel. Amazing movie, go see it. Right now.

As I was exiting the theatre, Cingular reception picked up again and I got a pleading text from Shea asking for help with his paper on Russia's economy. So I got back around 3 and went down to help him.

At appx. 4:30 we both realized that Adam had not returned yet from my room. Simultaenously Shea and I jumped to the same, completely inaccurate yet horribly amusing conclusion. "If he's not back here by 6, I'm sleeping down here.."

Adam eventually stumbled back in around, just as Shea and I were finishing up and around 5:15 I stumbled back to my room, not feeling tired yet knowing I was utterly exhausted.

After spilling stuff, tripping over books and clothes and crashing into my bed at least once or twice, I finally managed to pry my contacts out of my dried eyes, change clothes and curl up into bed.

As I lay my head down, I realized something was amiss. I had only 1 pillow, when I usually sleep with 4. Now, I would have turned on my light to locate my pillows, but then Kat would have slaughtered me (at this point she was already seething with rage, I'm sure). I also could have crawled out of bed again and searching blindly for the pillows but again, I didn't feel like tempting the fates that night. So I said a very silent "fuck it" and attempted to sleep without my entourage.

Didn't really work out so well. I didn't fall asleep until after Kat left for work (6:30). Normally this would have had me crying bitter tears of agony and despair. But the entire time I kept thinking "no worries, I can sleep as late as I need to tomorrow."

...

Yeah...that would have been AWESOME had it actually worked out like that. Unfortunately, at appx. 10am Taryn (my neighbor) decided to blast Christmas music, jarring me from my peaceful slumber. What Christmas music was it, you ask? Well...I'll give you a hint...it involves small, furry animals with slightly bucked teeth.

Yep. That's right. The Chipmunks Christmas Album woke me up after only 3 hours of sleep.

*enter rage and masochism, stage left*

Anyone who knows me knows that I can't sleep through loud noises and I can't fall back asleep once I've been woken up. So I cried into my pillow for a while befor finally resigning myself to accept fate's cruel hand and got out of bed. Went to the Eagle's Nest w/ a mildly hung over Adam to get a bagel and when Kat got back we schlepped to Friendship. And by schlepped clearly what I mean is "walked about 30 minutes longer then we had to due to something that was "positively a shortcut"and nearly killed each other along the way"

Yeah

Got back from Friendship and Kat, being the great friend that she is, passed out for a nap. I, being unable to nap, sat miserably around the room before crawling into bed with my computer, hoping to sleep.

And sleep I did. On my computer. I actually passed out on my computer. When I woke up and saw my screensaver, I jumped and screamed a bit before realizing that I was late for work. (I vaguely recall waking up about 10 minutes prior to this and thinking "Why am I up soon quickly? It only takes 5 minutes to walk to the Cathedral..."). Har har har.

So I got to work (which was hell...Sarah had a few of her friends over and they tried to make my life miserable...and succeeded. It was only made better by John and Thomas who were actually a lot of fun.

Now Maura and Dan were supposed to be back by 11...12 at the absolute latest. They got home at 1. Ashley was not happy. Ashley was so bored that Ashley did their dishes for them and Ashley was exhausted. They finally got back...had a chat with Maura about Russia and got home at around 1:30 (made over $100. Mwahaha). Adam and Kat were here, so I had a screwdriver and hung out w/ them for a while. Always glorious. And eventually we wandered downstairs to listen to Adam's Christmas Compliation which includes such classics as "I'm Going to Hang Myself on the Tree" and "Be Nice to Grandpa...He's Dying." Oh the joy. Around 2:45 I realized that I was about 5 minutes from passing out in Shea's bed so Kat and I stumbled back to the empire and rigorously turned off computers, alarm clocks and cell phones and shut blinds to make sure that NO ONE COULD WAKE US UP IN THE MORNING (I slept til 12. It was glorious). After chatting for a while, Kat contemplated doing some macro reading. I quickly assured her that doing so would end in nothing but death and there was sleep. Ever so much sleep.

Now feeling remarkably better, so I'm going to run to Tenley and do a random assortment of other stuff before I come back to work for FOREVER ON A PAPER.

This week's going to be hell. Wish me luck.